Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 43

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 43 Mark

Tanya’s POV:

My eyelids softly flutter open, the blurriness of my vision slowly fading as I grow conscious of my surroundings and my body awakens. But I’m too groggy to do nothing by lying in bed. The soft pillow beneath my head urges me to sink into its depth and rest my eyes some more, but I can’t.

Not when I can feel a warm muscular hand laying limp upon my waist, not when I can feel his gentle breaths against my skin as he lies asleep beside me. Not when the slight breeze tickles my cold but completely bare skin beneath the quilt. Not when I’m so sore in all the right places.

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I smile. My current situation has me filled with nostalgia, identifying the parallels between this very moment and the morning of my very first one-night stand with Marco. Where somehow, by fate, or mischievous methods of the universe, our paths have crossed in such a silly way. Only for now to be awaking from our night in bed together that has been done not strictly out of lust, but through true romantic desire and love.

He loves me.

I still couldn’t fathom the feeling, couldn’t fathom that I would from now on wake up every morning and remember the fact that the man beside me loves me with all his heart. Gone is my fear of dying alone. Gone are my doubts for my future. Gone is the depressive need to end my previously miserable existence. This man has saved a life. My life. He’s given me a job, a future child, and now, his heart.

you

His voice beckons me to look over and soak in the beauty of his features that still look half-asleep. I’m also very aware as the hand on my waist begins

as a hint of curiosity hides behind his naturally composed and apathic expression. I don’t know if the morning after is what’s making me feel

“Nothing important.”

my lie, as I can’t help but smirk at him. Course, as I expect, Marco easily maintains his calm, yet the movement of his hand seems to mean

so? Well, I don’t believe you,” he

“You don’t?”

“No. I don’t.”

inside of my thigh, just low

my defenses. However, I notice something stirs in the depths of his eyes that suggest he’s ready to up the ante of this harmless game we’re

seconds to tell

abruptly stops upon hearing his statement, my brain divulging into a million possibilities

relief. Only to gape as he brings it up from under the covers, staring directly into my eyes

what have

no room to surrender as Marco leans over to get a better angle. There is no subtleness this time, he suddenly slips two fingers down below, thrusting my insides with

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