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He
laughs. “Are you not sated, Snow? I'll have to fix that after we talk with
Marcus and Rose.”

The
heat of embarrassment floods my cheeks. “I still marvel at its beauty.”

A
smile claims his lips as he slides his palm along my cheek. “I'm flattered at
your words, but your perfect pink breasts and stunning pussy are pure beauty.
Perhaps we can make use of that awful mirror and I can show you how magnificent
you look as I make love to you.”

Excitement
runs amuck in my veins at the thought of watching ourselves make love as we did
Marcus and Rose. “Can we do that?” The words rush my tongue before I can stop
them.

Our
laughter echoes in the tiny room as he pulls me to his chest, dotting my head
with a plethora of soft kisses. “We can do whatever your heart desires, Snow.”

My
eyes glance over the length of the white wedding gown. Darien's handsome smile
warms me, even from a simple portrait. The
love in his eyes
mirror
mine. Our wedding day turned out even better than I had ever
imagined. Unlike Rose, I'd chosen spring time, and the newly bloomed flowers
and spry woodland animals fresh from a long winter's nap made the perfect
backdrop.

I
stare at our royal wedding portrait hanging in the dining hall. Darien is now
king,
and I am his queen. Even after a year, the titles feel
odd. I'm not sure I'll ever get used to them.

Rose
and Marcus settled into the cottage shortly after the wedding. Rose gave birth
to a handsome baby boy a few weeks ago, of which they named Eric. They've
stayed at the castle a few times, allowing me to fawn over my adorable nephew.

Darien
sneaks up behind me, warm breath hitting my ear. “Snow, you're absolutely
glowing today. We need to have a new portrait done up of us immediately before
the new arrival. I want one of you, full and round with my child.” Slipping his
arms around me from behind, his hands rub the circumference of my swollen
belly.

“
I am big and fat and can barely move. How you even
still find me attractive boggles my mind.” A soft sigh floats from my lips as I
nestle into his embrace.

 
He
spins me around and looks into my eyes. “The sight of you carrying our baby
fills my heart with such joy and love. My seed grows inside you. You nurture
and protect it. How can I not be attracted to that? Truth be told, I cannot
wait to make more babies with you. I want a castle full.”

“
You can bake the next one. My feet are swollen, and
my back aches. My stomach is now streaked with stretch marks.” I give him a wry
smile, yet worry still if he'll look at me with such adoration with wrinkles
and stretched skin.

“
I'll take you right now if you'd let me.” He grips
my dress and hikes it up my waist, sliding his hands over my skin, along my
belly, and down between my legs. “You've refused my touch for weeks. And I
hunger for you like never before.”

“
I...I just don't feel beautiful and pleasing to
you.” A shiver rapes my spine as his fingers pry my lower lips apart. I have
missed his touch more than I realized, yet worry about the baby if he should go
any further.

“
After all this time, Snow, how do you not understand
that I will love you until the end of time, no matter how big, round, and
wrinkled you get. You are my Snow. And always will be. Let me be your husband,
trust in me and my love for you.” His fingers slide in my arousal and rub
against my clit. Not having been touched for weeks, its sensitivity is
heightened, and it doesn't take long before he brings me to the edge of climax.

Undoing
his trousers, he takes me from behind, sliding his thick cock into my channel
in a hungry thrust. He grunts so loud it rings in my ear as he pushes into me.
“I've missed the feel of you. I needed this so much.” Wrapping his arms around
me from behind, he clutches one of my swollen breasts and he kneads it with
tender movements. A hiss seeps through my clenched teeth, and he pumps in and
out of me in a quick but careful rhythm. And I find I need this as much as he
does.

My
palms steady my body as I press against the wall in front of me, reminiscent of
our very first time together so long ago in that dark tunnel. And here I am,
days away from giving birth and he makes love to me with as much fervor and
love as he did that night. His raspy breaths arouse me more and I shudder in
his arms as my orgasm hits. His fingers curl against my breast with one hand,
the other clings to my hip as he thrusts one final time in climax.

“
I love you so much, Snow,” he whispers against my
ear.

“
I lo—
uhh
,” I try to say,
but a sharp pain stabs at my abdomen. I drop my head and exhale a slow breath.
The baby is coming.

“
Snow?”
The alarm in his voice worries me.

“
The....baby...it’s...coming,” I choke out over waves
of stabbing pain.

He
dashes in front of me and I collapse into his arms. “Dear God, Snow. I'm so
sorry. I didn't mean to make the baby come.”

I
manage a laugh over a strike of pain. “Perhaps our sex brought on the
contractions. But, I wanted it as much as you. I love you, Darien.”

Tears
glass over his eyes. “I'm so happy in this moment. You are about to have my
baby.”

He
rings for the staff to bring the midwife before carrying me to our bedchamber.
The midwife orders him from the room, but I beg for him to stay. He is my rock,
and I need him through this. Holding hands, we bring our child into the world.

As
the midwife lays her upon my breast, Darien crawls next to us on the bed. “She
is amazing, Snow.
Even more beautiful and perfect than I
could have ever imagined.”

“
What shall we name her?” I ask, unable to tear my
eyes from our daughter.

“
Aurora, for she is as bright and beautiful as the
morning light.” He places a soft kiss on her head,
then
dives at my lips with a deep kiss.

The End

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