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CHAPTER EIGHTY - TWO ROSE AMARA'S POV I'm lying completely flat on the carpet with my back to him. I stare back at him as he yanks open his drawer. He'll bring out a toy, but I should've known better. Ethan might like to torture me with them, but he doesn't want them involved during sex. I prefer him to them, anyway. He retrieves a bottle of lube and a condom and doesn't bother to close the drawer. Wait. A condom? Ethan never used them, so I didn't even know he had one. Besides, what's the use of a condom when he's already gotten me pregnant? He removes his shirt, revealing his stiff muscles and the tattoos rippling on his abs. I don't dare look away or move. I'll be missing something crucial if I do. Ethan throws his shirt away and stalks behind me like a hungry predator about to devour his prey. I follow him with my gaze until he kneels between my parted legs. He places a hand under my stomach and lifts me up so I'm slightly bent over on my knees. The position differs from anything we've done before, which says something considering he's taken me to all places possible. Or so I thought… Ethan parts my ass cheeks, and a superb liquid meets my back hole. It feels soothing against my heated skin. I'm still in the aftermath of my orgasm, so any touch feels like an aphrodisiac. Or maybe it's because Ethan is doing it. 'I'm going to fvck you in the arse, then in your pussy, then I'm going to do it all over again." My thighs clench at his words, but I don't get to ponder them much before he thrusts the liquid lube inside my back hole with his finger. The sensation is surprisingly pleasurable, tender even. I clench my hand into a fist on the carpet. He adds another finger, and I wince at the intrusion. Pain mixes with pleasure as he pours more of the lube. But it's not enough. It doesn't feel like enough. 'P-put it in," I moan. 'Put what in, Princess?" 'Your…cock. Just put it in." 'It'll hurt." "Let it hurt." I want the pain right now and the sense of unbound pleasure that comes with it. Because with Ethan, it doesn't feel like only pain; it's the joining of our bodies and souls in one unified connection. My husband's fingers leave my ass, and I hear the tearing of the condom packet before something more significant and challenging nudges at my entrance. I grab the carpet for balance as he pushes in the first inch. Holy. Shit. I think he's going to tear me in half. How did I even take this size in my pussy in the first place? I'm barely able to catch my breath when he pushes in again. 'Aaaah…" I bite down on my hand. 'Mmmm…" "You know what?" Ethan's fingers dig into my hip, which he's been lifting me with, and he powers inside in one go. "Fuuuck." I can almost see stars in my blackened vision. The pain is real. It's even more accurate than when he takes me roughly from the front. The feeling of being completely filled takes over all my senses. It's like we're joined in a way that will never be the same again. "Breathe," he grunts from above me. His body covers mine as he opens my mouth with two fingers. "Fvcking breathe, Rose." It's then I realize that I've been holding my breath in my attempt to keep feeling the mixture of sensations going through me. My eyes must be bulging out, tears gathering in them. Using Ethan as an anchor, I suck in deep gulps of air. The oxygen burns my starved lungs and shoots a new rush of life into my system. 'That's it…" He starts moving while his body is still covering mine. Bursts of pleasure pool at the bottom of my stomach and expand through my whole body. I writhe underneath him even though my trembling knees barely keep me in position. The harsh floor stings so good, adding to the sparkles exploding throughout my body. Ethan grabs me by the back of my nape and thrusts with a force that leaves me breathless. He nearly pulls out, then he rams all the way in again, filling me, stretching me, eliciting a sense of pleasure I've never experienced before. I must remind myself to breathe so I don't choke like always when it gets too much. He's taking me against the floor without holding anything back, and it's strangely passionate and erotic, and…true. I've always felt like he shows his true self when he is close to me and has no other way to go but toward me. I chance to glance at him over my shoulder. He's so big at my back, like a god of sorts. His thrusts are long and deep, and his expression still has that sense of sadness that I want to erase. Just looking at him drives me over the edge. This orgasm is more vital than any I've had before. It starts in my ass and explodes in my pussy, then throughout my whole body. My elbows and knees cannot hold me, so I fall flat on the floor. Ethan holds me upright, a hand under my stomach and the other on my hip as he pounds harder and faster inside me. He's holding himself on his knees, his body rising then falling down with the force of his thrusts. I think he'll come soon, but he doesn't. He pulls out and flips me on my back, removing the condom and tossing it away. The floor is harsh on my skin, but I don't care about that as my eyes meet his. We've always had a weird type of connection. The kind that's a bit unhinged, a bit sick, but it also brings peace to chaos. The class I want to sleep cocooned in every night and wake up to every morning. 'One more time." He thrusts into my pussy in one brutal go. Feeling him bare inside me is so freaking good. My orgasm that hasn't really ended bleeds into another one. Shit. I'm so stimulated that only penetration can drive me over the edge. 'Ethan…oh…Ethan!" "One more time." He picks me up so I'm sitting on his lap and drives deeper and more challenging, sucking and nibbling on my nipples simultaneously. He touches me with an urgency I've never experienced before, as if he can't get close or feel me deep enough. Bursts of pleasure explode on every inch of my skin until it gets too hot, too sweaty. Too…much. Ethan doesn't come inside me. He doesn't come. Period. He continues to fvck me until I come over and over again. He doesn't soften inside me. If anything, he keeps getting more complex and thicker. It's like he's made it his mission to make me orgasm. I come so many times I lose count. I'm sobbing at some point at the amount of stimulation attacking my body from all directions. I'm a sweaty, crying mess, and the sick part is that I don't ever want this to end. Ethan is touching me. Unlike the rejections from today, he's fvcking me like a madman, unable to stay away. When his cum fills my insides, I don't know whether it's a dream or reality. I think I blacked out at some point, so it could be either. Soft lips brush against my forehead, and I moan. "Mmmm." 'I missed you before, and I'll miss you now." I missed you, too. I try to say those words, but my energy fails me. Tomorrow. Tomorrow we'll talk, and I'll tell him I'm not aborting. I'll tell him I want us to have the family neither of us had before. Ethan, the baby, and me. A smile grazes my lips as I imagine that scene before I drift off to sleep.