Page 187 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 2

“Fuck,” he groaned, his forehead dropping to mine. “You feel so good. So fucking good.”

He started to move, slow and deep, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.

“Yes,” I moaned. “Yes, Syx, just like that.”

He kissed me as he moved, his tongue matching the rhythm of his hips. It was slow and deliberate and achingly intimate—not just fucking, but something deeper. Something that felt like worship.

His hand found mine, our fingers lacing together, and he pinned it to the mattress beside my head.

“Look at me,” he said, his voice rough. “I want to see you.”

I opened my eyes and met his gaze. The intensity there stole my breath.

He wasn’t just inside my body. He was inside my soul.

“Yaya,” he breathed, and my name sounded like a benediction.

He picked up the pace, his hips driving into me harder, faster, and I met him thrust for thrust. The bed creaked beneath us, the headboard hitting the wall, but I didn’t care.

All I cared about was him. This. Us.

“I’m close,” I gasped. “Syx, I’m so close?—”

“Come for me,” he said, his voice a command and a plea. “Come for me, Yaya.”

His hand slid between us, his thumb finding my clit, and I exploded.

The orgasm tore through me, even more intense than the first, and I screamed his name as my body clenched around him.

“Fuck—Yaya—” He groaned, his rhythm faltering, and then he was coming too, his body shuddering as he spilled inside me.

We collapsed together, our bodies tangled, our breathing ragged.

For a long moment, neither of us moved. We just lay there, holding each other, our hearts pounding in sync.

“Yaya,” he said finally, his voice soft.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

I turned my head to look at him and found him watching me with admiration and satisfaction.

“For what?”

“For this. For staying. For—” He paused, searching for the words. “For making me feel like I’m not alone.”

My chest tightened, and I reached up to cup his face.

“You’re not alone,” I said quietly. “Not anymore.”

He kissed me again, soft and slow, and I felt something shift between us.

This wasn’t just sex. This wasn’t just two broken people trying to escape their pain.

This was something real.

Something that scared me more than anything else in my life.