Mayla shivered, her fingers threading through his dark hair. "I was so scared you wouldn't want me anymore… my body's different now."
He lifted his head, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her breath catch.
"Mayla." His voice was low, almost stern. "I have wanted you every single day. Every night. Watching you carry our son only made me want you more."
He dipped his head, pressing a kiss to the soft curve of her belly, then lower still.
"Every mark, every change—it's proof of what you gave us. I'd worship every inch of you if you'd let me."
Tears pricked at her eyes, but before she could respond, his mouth found her nipple and sucked hard. Mayla cried out, her hips bucking against him. The sensation shot straight to her cunt, making her slick and desperate.
Trafalgar took his time, alternating between her breasts, licking and biting until she was writhing beneath him.
