His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace

Chapter 38

I stumbled out of the car, my legs unsteady beneath me. Carlos was there in an instant, his strong arms steadying me as I swayed on my feet. His touch was firm, grounding me, but there was a tension in the way he held me, a controlled restraint that made me want to push further. "You're okay," he murmured, his voice low, almost soothing, as he guided me toward the front door.

But I wasn't okay. Not with the way my body reacted to his touch, not with the way my wolf stirred restlessly inside me, craving more of his presence. As we reached the door, I fumbled with my keys, my fingers trembling, not from the cold but from the heat coursing through me. I could feel him behind me, his presence overwhelming, his body so close that I could feel the heat radiating off him. Without thinking, I turned and pressed my lips to his.

The kiss was explosive. All the tension, all the unspoken desire that had been building between us, burst forth in an instant. Carlos didn't hesitate. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me against him, his lips moving against mine with a fierce intensity. It was as though all the restraint he had shown earlier had vanished, replaced by something raw and primal. We stumbled inside, the door slamming shut behind us as we continued to kiss, our hands fumbling with each other's coats. I tugged at his jacket, desperate to feel more of him, to be closer, and he responded in kind, his hands sliding over my body, pulling me closer still. My heart raced, my mind spinning from the intensity of it all.

As we crashed into the hallway, Carlos knocked over a toy I had left out earlier. The sound of it clattering to the floor jolted us both, and for a moment, we paused, breathing heavily, our foreheads resting against each other as we tried to catch our breath. The intensity between us didn't lessen, but there was a brief moment Chapter 38

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him, and I could feel the tension still radiating

he carried me toward the bedroom. Our lips never parted as we stumbled through the hallway, our hands exploring each other's

His once calm and controlled demeanor had crumbled completely, replaced by a raw desperation

the bathroom. The

neck, my shoulders, my chest-each kiss more desperate

me closer, and I wrapped my arms around him, urging him on, wanting more. The world outside ceased to exist-there was only us, lost in the wild, reckless passion that neither of

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of the moment, the undeniable connection that had finally broken free. In that moment, nothing