CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO

Alpha Natalie's POV

Our breath is labored, as we inhale and exhale constantly. We just made love like we've never done in a while; slow, smooth, and sizzling.

I bite down on my lower lip, containing all of the pleasure I just got served.

He handled me like I was too fragile for a beast like himself, and when he slid his length into my depth, he was careful to not make me uncomfortable even though he fit in so perfectly.

We'd been intimate for the longest, and not for once did he go this slow, like too careful to not hurt me as though he's a saint.

I try to fight the laugh threatening to break my calm features. For a second, I thought he was scared he would harm our unborn child. He cracks me up effortlessly.

I pull closer into him and lay my head on his chest, rubbing back and forth gently, as my hair which is now wet with my sweat, sticks to his chest.