Vanquished (The Encounter #3)(51)

At first, she hated me for it, but I had to plead and make her see things my way, and thank goodness she had. No money in the world would be able to cure her if she got sick, and her body would suffer. She had to take it slow.

That same week, I went back to work. As much as I loved the experience of fatherhood, the business wouldn’t run itself, although I didn’t clock in the same hours as I had before. I made sure I was out of the office at half past five. Every night, I dined with the love of my life and resorted back to work in the library at ten in the evening once she was napping or what of it. We worked on schedule.

Even though her focus was solely on the twins, I was happy to see how this life, this future I wasn’t supposed to have, was happening. It was all I could ask for.

Julien and I talked on a daily basis. Earlier on today, he inquired about my marriage proposal to Isobel. There was so much that had to go into the event that I longed to be memorable. I wanted her to be in awe, to have a moment she would cherish and forever remember, so the planning took quite a bit of time. There was no definite set date yet, but it was definitely happening very soon.

Apart from that, he also asked about Benedikt, whom I called on a bi-weekly basis. The calls had a similar routine with updates, so calling him wasn’t as hard as I had imagined at first. He was beyond overjoyed to know he had grandchildren. The Russian had actually kindly asked for the twins’ photo, and I didn’t want to overstep anything, so I had asked Isobel’s permission first. After pondering it for a few days, she finally relented and gave me the green light. Benedikt was completely overjoyed. I actually heard the bastard laugh on the other end of the phone. He inquired about Isobel’s labor and any remarkable events that had happened—from the first time Julien and Vivienne opened their eyes to cutting the umbilical cord. It was odd to have such a conversation with the man, but I had to indulge him.

Like I had stated before, it was bizarrely odd.

Isobel’s mother was coming in to help out next week and to be with her daughter at such a delicate time. I supposed Isobel was keen on asking her mother about what had truly happened so she could know all the facts before finally setting the date to meet Benedikt Romanov, which was coming soon.

Life was mostly routine, and I wouldn’t have had in any other way. Who would have imagined that I would love life with one woman in my life?

I had never known such profound happiness until Isobel. She gave me new meaning, new purpose. Each time I saw her holding one of the twins, I was overwhelmed by love for her. It was the same sentiment I had in my mind as I raced up the stairs after a lengthy day in the office.

Stepping into the bedroom where Isobel was not in sight, I knew she was in the nursery. So I took this chance to have a quick shower, and well … take care of some necessary manly workings. It took some time getting used to it, but like everything else in life, you simply had to do what was needed.

I was quite surprised to find my lovely waiting for me in the bedroom, leaning against the bed with a raised brow and a teasing expression on her face.

“May I help you?” she asked in such a provocative tone I almost came in the towel.

Fuck yes.

“I’m okay, ma belle.” I tried to politely decline, but when she pulled the towel with one swift tug and saw how engorged my cock was … well, f*ck politeness.

The moment she wrapped her hand around the base of my dick, slowly knelt on the floor, and covered the mushroom head with the warm moisture of her mouth, I was a goner. I saw her look up at me with that gorgeous face and beautiful eyes.

“Fuck! Oh, f*ck.” Grunting, I gulped in air. It had had been too f*cking long. I wasn’t complaining. Of course I knew what our sex life would be like after she gave birth. The last thing she should worry about was me and my ever-demanding cock. However, who was I to complain. The siren was truly unbelievable.

When I pushed my hips forward, she took me deeper, faster, bobbing her head as she slid her mouth up and down my shaft greedily, persistently. I was trying to hold back a groan when I felt her reach for my hand and place it behind her head, signaling it was perfectly fine for me to command how much she could take my cock, that she was more than willing to deep throat my cock … all for my singular pleasure.

All hell broke loose then. Nothing held me back. My ears were pounding as I focused on my throbbing, demanding cock. Nothing else mattered until I unloaded ropes of semen into her mouth.

In total amazement, I watched her take it all, swallowing my cream as if she couldn’t get enough. She daringly let go of my bulbous head with a resounding “pop” before she stuck her tongue out and licked whatever residue was left, rendering me thunderstruck, captivated, and in total f*cking awe of the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

“Marry me, Isobel,” I said before I could fully comprehend what the bloody hell was going on. “Forgive me. I was going to wait and do the whole romantic proposal thing, but I simply couldn’t hold back. I f*cking love you, and you just f*cking drive me crazy. I can’t wait any longer. I want you so f*cking much.”

Isobel laughed as if I had truly lost my mind, giving me that teasing look before she got to her feet and kissed me like I was her sole purpose in life.

“You don’t have to marry me. I’ll give you that kind of blowjob whenever you want. I love you. The rest doesn’t matter to me at all. I promise.”

Fucking hell. When she spoke in such a way, it didn’t help much with my cause. My cock was still bent on being pleasured, and I hated how much it reacted to her, even when it was not supposed to. The damn thing was uncontrollable. It was infuriating.