Eira’s POV
His lips were everywhere — my mouth, my jaw, my neck — each kiss growing deeper, hungrier. My breath kept catching, my fingers gripping his shoulders just to keep myself steady. When he pressed against the wall again, my pulse tripped violently.
Roman’s hands slid along my sides, slow at first, then more claiming... more certain.
He tugged lightly at the fabric of my top, unfastening the first button, then the next. Each one sent a thrill through my skin as the cool air t the warmth he left behind.
He trailed lower along the curve of my collarbone, tasting every inch he could reach. His hungry mouth and possessive hands over my exposed mounds left breathless, enough to make my knees weaken.
Heat spiralled inside , chasing away every cold mory, replacing it with new ones. I wanted more of him.
A helpless sound escaped — too soft, too revealing — but I couldn’t stop it.I didn’t even want to.
My breaths turned shallow... shaky... and when he lowered himself, sinking down in front of on his knees, my heart lurched.
His hands slid slowly down my waist, resting at my stomach — warm, steady, possessive.
His face followed — lips brushing the place just above my navel in a touch that made my whole body tremble.
Another quiet, involuntary sound slipped out of .
But then—
He froze the mont his mouth descended to my belly.
His hands clenched just slightly, not in lust... but as if sothing had struck him. His breath faltered, and I felt the shift instantly.
"Roman...?" I whispered, confused.
He didn’t answer. His head bowed for a mont, and I saw his jaw tighten.
A muttered curse escaped him — low, sharp, frustrated — "Damn it..."
It puzzled . Why had he stopped?
He pushed a hand through his hair, inhaling sharply as if trying to drag himself back under control. Then he stood, stepping close, cupping my face carefully — almost tenderly, painfully gentle compared to just monts ago.
He pressed his forehead to mine, breathing unsteadily.
"I am sorry," he whispered, voice rough. "I don’t want to hurt you."
Hurt? ?
I stared at him in confusion.
Intimacy wasn’t foreign to — not after everything life had forced on . But this... this felt different. This wasn’t pain. This wasn’t sothing I feared.
If anything, it was the first ti I wanted sothing like this.
"Let Liam give us your test result first," he murmured, brushing his thumb along my cheek. "And then..."
He stopped, swallowing whatever followed.
I blinked. I thought those tests were just normal health check-ups. But his worry told otherwise.
"Alright..." I whispered, because what else could I say?
If he was this shaken, sothing must matter more than desire.
Roman exhaled shakily, then gently fixed the buttons of my top one by one — his fingers careful, almost apologetic.
"Go to Kael’s room tonight," he said quietly. "I’m not... sure I can hold back anymore."
His eyes lifted to mine, raw and honest. "You’ll be fine there."
He trusted Kael more than himself. Only if he knew....
My heart tightened at that.
I nodded, even though my heart ached at the thought of leaving him.
He stepped back slowly, letting his hands fall away from , and I forced myself to turn toward the stairs.
As I walked up, I felt his gaze follow — warm, longing, frustrated — until I disappeared from his sight.
And the mont I reached the top of the stairs, my legs nearly gave out from how badly my body still trembled.
I inhaled deeply before entering the room. I hoped Kael and Raven were asleep when I was gone. But...
I saw Kael was holding Raven in his arms and was pacing around the room just like the night before.
I couldn’t help but feel frustrated at myself. My child was in pain, while I was away in soone’s arms, satisfying my own needs. What kind of a mother was I?
Thankfully at least Roman was sane enough to stop.
I t Kael’s gaze apologetically.
But he was calm and gestured to get in the bed and sleep. He didn’t even ask where I had gone. Maybe he already knew and didn’t mind it.
But instead of going to bed, I went to him.
"Give him to ," I said.
I wanted to take care of Raven. I wanted to be a good mother to him so he would never feel I wasn’t his biological mother.
Kael didn’t deny , but said, "If you can’t, you can tell ."
I nodded and got the little sleepy guy from him. The mont he ca into my arms, he clung to even in his deep sleep. His face buried in the crook of my neck and his small hands clutched on my dress.
He was in pain. His body felt moist due to the sweating he had.
I swear, whoever had hurt Raven, if I co across them ever, I will do the sa as what I did with Roman’s evil mother.
I continued to coax him while pacing around and even humming a soft tune. The sa tune I was reminded of by Rafe, which he heard in the past while sitting below my window.
Kael stood on the side and watched us quietly. I wanted to tell him he could relax, that I would take care of Raven, but knowing how responsible he was towards Raven, he wouldn’t. So, there was no need to waste my words.
After a while, Raven seed to relax as his hold on my dress loosened and his breathing turned soft.
I sat on the couch as I understood from last night that Raven preferred to sleep like this.
Without knowing who he was with, he snuggled against . His small face like a baby sought comfort in as I held him against my chest.
The mother inside sowhat still told that’s my child for real. But I knew better, and I didn’t want to delude myself.
Holding him like a baby, I pecked on his head and continued to caress his back gently. Soon my own eyes felt heavy as if his sleep was taking over as well.
Just when I thought I was going to doze off, I felt sothing.
I opened my eyes and Kael was close to . He shifted Raven in my arms and said, "Hold him tight."
Not knowing what he ant, I just did it.
Before I could understand anything, I was lifted in his arms, and Raven was comfortably lying over .
Kael had lifted both of us together as if we weighed nothing to him, and carried us to the bed.
He gently placed on the bed and then moved Raven on the mattress from over .
I didn’t care what he was doing. I turned to my one side and held my baby closer to sleep.
He snuggled against as well, and continued to sleep as Kael covered us both.
Kael this ti didn’t sleep next to . He took the other side of the bed, his place.
He must have slled Roman’s scent on already.
"Good night," he said and closed his eyes.
"Good night!" I said and closed my eyes as well.
I wondered how Roman was, and if he could sleep after what happened. I hope he could.
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