Chapter 162 Dangerous territory
Big hands untie my robe, ocean-like blue eyes meeting mine in the mirror as he slowly lets the robe slip from my shoulders.
Miguel's hands stroke my stomach, before they settle on the little bump.
"I still have to pinch myself that this is real." He whispers in my hair.
He's always touching my belly whenever he comes near me. I love that he's so enamored with it, I knew he was going to love me being pregnant.
We have so many things to talk about, like how I'm really worried about the constant look of darkness in his eyes, the unhealthy working out every day. I feel so selfish, because I really thought that Ben's death is going to be good for all of us, and I never really considered how he might actually feel. Maybe he didn't even think that it will affect him this much.
Miguel kisses down the exposed slope of my neck, his one hand moving from my stomach to in-between my legs. I rest my head on his chest when he gently opens my folds and run a finger through my slit.
He doesn't fuck me like he used to anymore either, he's always unhurried and gentle, like I'm made of glass.
I'm not complaining, because I can feel the love pouring from him into me. He turns me around and effortlessness lift me onto the vanity, stepping in-between my legs, his eyes hooded and screaming with desire.
This is the only time he looks like the old Miguel, when we're having sex, and I hold unto that when he kisses me softly, his hands entangling with my hair.
"I love you." He whispers on my lips. "I can't wait to have forever with you."
I tremble when he takes his cock out of his boxers and slide it slowly through my folds, gasping when he enters it inch by glorious inch.
Will there ever be a time that I will get tired of this? I have loved every type of way he fucks me. The chasing, the pain, the control, and these sweet moments that are slow and unhurried.
"Say you'll be mine forever." He groans when he's entirely inside of me, my walls still struggling to contain him even though we do this every single day.
"Yes." I breathe out, gripping his shoulders when he slowly pulls out completely before pushing back in, gripping my thighs.
"Say it." He demands.
"I'll be yours forever."
He moans deeply in his chest while his hands clench my thighs tightly. I want to be his in this lifetime and the next, even though it's not easy.
Miguel reaches between us and slowly starts rubbing my clit in tune to his thrusts, until I start to cum, the orgasm going through me in long clenches around his thrusts.
"I wish you could know how good it feels when your pussy grips me like it never wants to leave me." His hands come around my back and holds me tightly to his chest, his thrusts picking up speed. "I want to be inside you every single second of every day."
He stills and groans as he spills deeply inside me. We stay like that for a few minutes while our breathing slow down, and he reluctantly pulls out and steps away from me, cleaning me with a damp cloth before carrying me to bed and holding me tightly to him until we fall asleep.
I don't know what wakes me up in the night, especially since I've been sleeping like the dead ever since I got pregnant.
I blink my eyes open, and hear Miguel murmering something in his sleep. I frown and sit up, turning to look at him.
There's a deep frown on his forehead and sweat dots his brow.
"No!" The word comes out tortured from his mouth. "Stop! I don't want to do this!"
I reach over him and switch on the bedside lamp, shaking his shoulder.
"Miguel, wake up!"
Worry for him blooms in my chest. What is he dreaming about?
His eyes open, but I can see they're not registering that it's me looking down at him.
"Miguel?"
His arm suddenly shots up and his hand comes around my throat, gripping me tightly and squeezing until I can't breathe.
I grasp his hand in a panic, trying to get it off me, but he's way too strong, so I start scratching his chest.
The moment he fully wakes up, he immediately lets me go, the fear evident on his face as I scramble off the bed trying to get away from him.
"Madison!" He comes after me, but I go to the corner of the room, scared of the man that I love, and he abruptly stops. "Madison, I'm so sorry. I didn't know what I was doing, I was having a nightmare."
Tears burn my eyes as I look at him, and the fear in his eyes must be reflecting mine.
"Please, come back to bed, I swear that won't happen again."
I shake my head at him, disbelief at what just happened and what could have happened if he didn't wake up.
"You could have killed me." The reality washes over me. "You could have killed our baby."
He looks utterly devastated at my words, knowing that it's true.
"Something is wrong with you, Miguel." A tear escapes from my eye.
"It was just a nightmare." He lies. "Some old work stuff."
We both know it wasn't just a nightmare. Something is haunting him, and I can see him changing in front of my eyes every day.
"That wasn't just a nightmare, and you know it." I shake my head, sad about what I have to say next. "What if it happens again? What if it happens around the baby and you hurt him?"
There's anguish in his expression. "I would never hurt our baby, Madison."
"But you almost just did." I'm openly crying now, the tears falling freely from my eyes. "And you have to tell me what's going on, and get some help, otherwise you can't come near us again."
Those are the hardest words I ever had to say, but I have to protect the life inside of me at all costs, even if it means walking away from my heart.