Chapter 130

Avery

He set me on my feet beside the bed, firelight from below casting dancing shadows across his features as he slowly, deliberately began unfastening my dress. "Tell me what you want," he murmured against my temple.

"You," I breathed. "All of you."

The dress pooled at my feet and his hands were on me, fingertips tracing the curve of my waist, the slight swell of my abdomen where our child grew.