Chapter Ninety-three Estera Roberts’ POV (Present Time)

“It’s been an interesting day, to say the least—-” he rasped. I drew back to peer deeply into his eyes.
“Do you mind if I help you carry the boys and put them in their stroller?”
“Please … ” he rasped. I smiled, reaching out to carry Ro off of his chest and gingerly went to put him in his stroller, tucking him in and covered with a soft baby blanket. I dropped a kiss on his cheeks and then went to carry his brother as well. When they were both secure in their stroller, I turned it around so it would face away from the bed, giving them the view of the drapes and padded back to Evan. He sat up with a sigh and I saw a gun strapped around his ankle. He reached down to unstrap it and got off the bed to place it on my desk.
“Cole said it was Anastasia Dallas that sent Gaius after my parents.”
“Yes, that part, I must say I didn’t expect. But after hearing her speak, it made sense. She is a little unstable … ” Evan replied and told me about the interview he and Cole had with Mary Antoinette earlier. The depth of the other woman’s abuse from her father shocked me—and God help me—I was glad the bastard was very dead and in the most painful way too. There was nothing like feeling your own body shut down on you. “She killed the child Mary Antoinette had for Antony Dallas. Gave the first child to the father and had him and his family deported to Mexico. She was determined to keep the scandal hidden and went overboard. You should have seen her in that boardroom. How are they by the way? The three of them?”
“We couldn’t save Antony Dallas. Mary Antoinette and Anastasia Dallas are both in intensive care. We will know their fate by morning.”
“Life in jail is not going to be an easy one for Anastasia Dallas. If she makes it, she is going straight to jail … along with Gaius.”
“Thank you, Evan, for everything.”
“I should be the one thanking you, you saved me.”
“It wouldn’t have been so easy to get a confession from them if it weren’t for your involvement … how about your mother and … Edward Sterling?”
“She is still somewhere here in the hospital.”
“She is quite devoted to Mary Antoinette, isn’t she?” I said, silently wishing she had given me such support as a daughter-in-law. But I understood I wasn’t the ideal daughter-in-law she had wanted for Evan. Evan closed the distance between us and cupped my face.
“She is a friend with Anastasia Dallas, Mary Antoinette is like a daughter she never had. But none of that matters. Even though I am certain she had learnt her lesson. What matter the most is that we are together, okay, baby? You, Rolland and Adrian, are all the family I need,” he said. I nodded.
“I love you, Evan,” I whispered, looking straight into his eyes, wishing him to see the depth of my love for him in my eyes. He smiled.
“And I love you more—” he replied, drawing me closer into his arms he lowered his face and I shut my eyes in sweet anticipation. His rich signature cologne enveloped me right before his warm lips took mine. I shook all over, and clutch the fabric of his shirt. My heart rate increased and heat pulled in between my legs. His tongue probed my lips apart as he deepened the kiss. I moaned. His tongue delved into my mouth exploring and tasting me. I became aware that he was holding me up in his arms, pressed against his chest, and it made sense because I knew I had no strength in my body now. I was a complete pudding in his arms. I just wanted to melt into him and let him consume me. The knowledge of where we were had faded away. The only thing in my head was him — Evan, and all the delicious thrills he was evoking in my body. He cupped the back of my neck as his kisses became hurried and his breathing was quite audible. I felt my ass perched on something soft and Evan pushed his hip in between my legs, making me make room for him. I felt his fingers on my thighs and then my dress was pulled up my body and thrown aside. His warm lips trailed down my neck and I could feel myself shaking and my loud breathing mingled with his. I jerked when the tip of his tongue traced my areola before his lips closed around my nipples. He suckled gently and then tucked harder. I swallowed a loud moan, biting down my lip.
“Evan—” I moaned. The hand caressing my inner thighs, moved upward and I felt his finger trace the seam of my vulva, I opened my legs wider in reflex, wanting to give him room. I panted, low and hard. And then I felt him delve a finger inside me and a moan tore from his lips. He shook and took my lips again.
“You are so tight and wet… I need you now,” he gushed in a low shaky tone.
“Please,” I whispered, already aching to feel him inside me. He cupped my hips to pull me closer and I merely pressed my face to his muscled pectorals, gently rubbing my cheek against his exposed skin. I felt his thick, broad crown stretch my opening and my chest heaved. Pleasure raked through me inside and all I could do was feel. “Evan…” I moaned.
“I got you, baby,” he rasped, pushing deeper inside me. My lips parted and my eyelids flickered in sheer pleasure. Evan continued to push into me at a slow torturous pace that got me holding on tight to him.
"Estera…" he moaned my name, grunting as he buried his face in the nook of my neck, gripped my thighs and increased pace, pulling in and out of me, hard and fast. The shards of pleasure that ran through my very core made me release a shaky breath.
"Oh God," I whimpered. "My love…"
Evan silenced me with his lips, cupping my ass, he lifted me from the bed and plunged even deeper still, thoroughly fucking me. I could barely hold on with my arms around his neck, mindful of his injured arm, but I didn't think he cared at this point. Because I knew holding me up must be a strain on his injured arm, but he still did it. Perhaps like me, nothing else mattered at that moment but to satisfy the cravings for each other. I kissed him back with the same impassioned urgency as he was fucking and kissing me. Wanting more and all of him and he gave me his all. And just like always, it was the most exhilarating experience ever.
And even when we both laid atop the bed later on with his shirt open and my naked body pressed against his front, I still spasmed with chest heaving, holding on tightly to him. I cupped his jaw and pressed a kiss to the side of his mouth.
"I'm not on any protection, Evan--" I said when my body had calmed down a bit and partial senses returned. He craned his neck to hold my gaze. The sides of his eyes wrinkled in a smile and his deep blue eyes darted in their sockets. 'Gosh, I love this man! He is so beautiful! And smell so damn good!' I thought.
"And that is a problem … because?" he said in a husky drawl with his eyebrow arched. I giggled.
"You are incorrigible," I whispered. His chest shook with laughter.
"I want nine children from you, Estera," he replied with a hooded gaze.
"Three!" I gasped.
"Nine," he affirmed.
"Four then," I said, trying to compromise.
"Nine," he said again, using his teeth to draw my lower lip into his mouth. He suckled on it. My pussy throbbed. I moaned.
"Have mercy … " I whispered in a breathless tone.
"Okay, five." He sighed.
"Evan … " I moaned and it had nothing to do with the number. I could feel his fingers stroking my left nipple and with him slowly sucking my lips with that devilish smile on his face, I was completely at his mercy.
"Agree to five and I will stop," he rasped.
"Yes … but, please, don't stop … " I replied. He chuckled and then groaned.
"You are mine … " he whispered against my lips.
"Forever … " I whispered back. Trailing my hand down his front, I wrapped my fingers around his cock and was pleased he had a slight erection. I rubbed and pumped him causing him to moan. When he was hard enough for me, I hurriedly straddled him, leaning over to offer him my breast. He cupped and latched his mouth to the left nipple. I panted as I made him slip inside me. He filled me up, stretched my vaginal walls and soothed my aching pussy. I whimpered and started to rock and buck against him. A deep moan tore out of his mouth as we climbed the very peak of ecstasy again. I doubt I could ever have enough of him. The feel of him was intoxicating.