Tarq was in heaven as he nuzzled Lucy’s neck, purring more contentedly than he ever had before. Surrounded by her scent, her love, and her arms, his body said all the words he’d found so hard to voice before, but no longer. Whispering in her ear as he moved inside her, he spoke them aloud, both in his own language and in the one she understood.“My dear, sweet Lucy. I love you so.”She smiled up at him, her touch on his face as gentle as her gaze. “You’ve been telling me that all along, haven’t you?”Nodding, he shifted his weight, his cock seeking a new angle to further demonstrate his feelings. “I can’t remember when I didn’t love you, but I didn’t think you wanted me so I told you in my native tongue and let you wonder. You were too convincing with words, acting as though you were only taking pity on me, but when you were here with me, letting me love your body the way I craved, I could feel it. And your scent was like no other.”“So it’s not just because I’m pregnant?”He shook his head slowly.
