Chapter 423 For The Twins

Chapter 423 For The Twins
AUDREY

I shook my head, smiling up at him softly. “This means more than all the other times you’ve saved me combined.”

“Does it now?” His voice dropped to a teasing rumble. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me gently against his chest. His hands were warm and steady on my back, one thumb tracing small circles through the fabric of my gown. I rested my forehead against him, breathing in the familiar scent of leather and smoke that clung to his tunic.

We stood like that for a long moment, the fire in the hearth crackling softly nearby. Outside the tall windows, the night wind whispered through the battlements. Darius’s chin rested lightly on top of my head.

“I still wish I could keep you out of danger,” he admitted quietly, his arms tightening just a fraction. “But I saw how you fought Anthony. You’re stronger than I let myself believe sometimes.”

I pulled back enough to look at his face. His eyes were dark and serious, but there was warmth there too. “We’re in this together. That’s what matters. You go to the Highlands, get the protections in place, and when the time comes, I’ll be right there to bring you back to me, to us.”

He nodded slowly, then leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. “Just promise me you’ll stay safe until then. No unnecessary risks.”

“I promise,” I whispered, though we both knew the coming weeks would test that. “And you come back to me whole.”

Darius cupped my cheek with one hand, his thumb brushing lightly over my skin. “I will. For you. For the twins.”

The air between us shifted. Darius’s gaze dropped to my lips, dark hunger replacing the softness in his eyes. He cupped my face with both hands and kissed me deeply, his mouth claiming mine with fierce need.

His tongue swept inside, tasting and teasing until my knees weakened. I moaned softly into the kiss, fingers gripping his tunic as heat pooled low in my belly.

Without breaking away, he backed me toward the bed, his hands roaming possessively. He unlaced my gown with urgent tugs, shoving the fabric down my shoulders until it pooled at my feet. Cool air kissed my bare skin, making my nipples harden instantly.

Darius growled low in his throat at the sight, his large hands cupping my breasts, thumbs circling the sensitive peaks until I gasped and arched into his touch.

“Audrey,” he rasped against my neck, sucking and biting hard enough to leave marks. “I need to be inside you. I need to feel every inch of you.”

“Yes,” I breathed, my hands fumbling with his clothes. I pushed his tunic open, running my palms over the hard ridges of his chest and down the defined lines of his abdomen. His breeches came next, I yanked at the laces until his thick cock sprang free, hot and heavy against my stomach.

I wrapped my fingers around him, stroking firmly from base to tip, loving the way he hissed and thrust into my hand.

Darius lifted me onto the bed and followed, settling between my spread thighs. He kissed down my body, pausing to suckle each nipple until they were swollen and aching, then lower still. His mouth found my core, tongue licking slow, deliberate strokes over my clit before plunging inside me.

I cried out, hips bucking as pleasure surged through me. He held my thighs open, devouring me with long, hungry strokes until I was trembling on the edge.

“Darius…please,” I begged, fingers tangled in his dark hair.

He rose up, positioning his cock at my entrance. In one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, stretching me deliciously full. We both groaned at the sensation. He began moving, deep, hard strokes that made the bed creak and my breasts bounce with every impact.

The wet sound of our bodies meeting filled the chamber, mixing with my moans and his low grunts.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled, one hand pinning my hip while the other pinched my nipple.

He angled his thrusts to hit that perfect spot inside me, driving me closer to release.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. Between gasps and playful teasing, I looked up at him with a wicked little smile.

“Darius… are you trying to get me pregnant again before you leave?”

His rhythm faltered for a heartbeat, eyes flashing with raw intensity. Then he drove into me harder, hips snapping with renewed urgency, as if the words had ignited something primal in him.

A deep, possessive groan tore from his throat.“Gods, yes,” he rasped, leaning down to bite my shoulder. “I want to fill you until you’re dripping with my seed. Watch your belly grow round with my child again”

I blushed fiercely at how seriously he took the teasing, my face burning as pleasure coiled tighter inside me. I waved him off with one hand, laughing breathlessly even as another moan slipped out. “Stop being so naughty,” I said, cheeks flushed. “I was only teasing you.”

But Darius didn’t slow. If anything, my words seemed to spur him on. He fucked me with raw intensity, pounding deep and fast, his hand sliding between us to rub tight circles over my clit.

“Tease or not,” he growled, voice thick with lust, “the thought of it is driving me mad.”
Pleasure crashed over me suddenly. I shattered around him, clenching tight as waves of ecstasy rolled through my body, my cries echoing off the stone walls.

Darius followed with a guttural roar, burying himself to the root and spilling hot, thick pulses inside me.