Bella was terrified that tonight, something would finally happen—something irreversible.
Something that would break her husband in a way that apologies and explanations could never fix.
As the sky darkened and night crept in, Bella felt it again—the familiar pressure rising inside her, faster and stronger than before.
Her heart began to race.
She knew then that her fears had not been exaggerated.
Night came.
And with it, Bella's worst fears were realized.
Sebastian's eyes snapped open at the soft, desperate sound escaping Bella's lips.
The cave was hushed except for the faint rustle of the makeshift bed and the distant howl of wind in the forest around them.
He'd only meant to rest his eyes for a moment—days of relentless vigilance had worn him down to the bone—but now the scene in front of him sharpened into something raw and urgent.
Bella was astride Ross, her hips rolling in slow, instinctive waves.
