Chapter 216

~ Octavia ~

"Don’t move too fast," Franklin said as we boarded the private jet. "Are you comfortable? Do you need another pillow? More blankets?"

"Franklin, I’m pregnant, not dying," I laughed, settling into the plush seat.

"I know, but..." He ran his hand through his hair, looking almost anxious. "I just want to make sure you’re okay. Both of you."

It was sweet, really. Since I’d told him about the baby, he’d been so careful with me. The day before, I’d reached for a water bottle and he’d practically raced across the room to hand it to me. Yesterday morning, he’d insisted on helping me out of bed like I might shatter if I stood up too quickly.

The jet began to taxi, and I noticed Franklin’s hand gripping the armrest. His knuckles were white. I reached over and placed my hand on his.

"Hey," I said softly. "Are you okay?"

He looked at me, and for a moment, I saw something raw in his eyes. Fear.

"I did not know I was going to still feel traumatized this way." he admitted quietly. "The last time I was on a plane, I was this close to death and that is how I would have never gotten to see you or grandpa again."

I squeezed his hand. "You’re not running now. You’re going somewhere with me. With us."

He took a breath, and slowly, his grip relaxed. He turned his hand over and laced his fingers through mine, bringing my hand to his lips and kissing it gently.

"Thank you," he whispered.

I fell asleep like that, our hands intertwined, his thumb brushing softly against my skin. When I woke, the captain was announcing our descent.

"Welcome to Greece," Franklin said, smiling at me as the island came into view. I pressed my face to the window, and my breath caught. It was stunning. White buildings, blue water, everything painted in shades of paradise.

"Franklin, it’s beautiful," I whispered.

"Wait until you see where we’re staying," he said, kissing my shoulder.

The suite was nothing short of incredible. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the Aegean Sea. The bed was massive and draped in white silk. There was a private infinity pool on the terrace.

"Do you like it?" Franklin asked, wrapping his arms around me from behind.

I should have been tired. I should have wanted to sleep. But as I stood there in that perfect place, with the sunset painting everything gold, something shifted inside me.

It was the pregnancy hormones, probably. But I didn’t care.

I turned in his arms and looked up at him. "I like it," I said. Then I reached up and pulled his head down to mine, kissing him slowly, deliberately.

He pulled back slightly, surprised. "Octavia, you must be exhausted—"

"I’m not," I interrupted, kissing him again. This time deeper. Needier.

My hands found the buttons of his shirt and started undoing them, one by one. "Unless you don’t want to..." I said softly, teasing.

"God, no. I want to," he breathed. "I just don’t want to hurt you. Or the baby."

"You won’t," I promised, pushing his shirt off his shoulders. "Trust me."

I let my hand trail down his chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken under my palm. The way his breath hitched when I touched him made me smile wickedly.

"Mrs. Flemington," he said, his voice rough with need, "what are you doing to me?"

I didn’t answer with words. Instead, I kissed him harder, pouring every ounce of the sudden, fierce need surging through me into the press of my lips. Pregnancy had awakened something insatiable in me, hormones that made my skin hypersensitive, my body ache for his touch in ways that left me breathless.

"Octavia," Franklin murmured against my mouth, his hands settling lightly on my hips as if afraid to press too firmly. "We have time. You’re carrying our child. I don’t want to—"

"Shh," I whispered, nipping at his lower lip. My fingers finished undoing his shirt and pushed it off his broad shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. "I need you inside me." I looked up into his eyes, letting him see the raw desire there. "Please. Love me like this."

He exhaled shakily, his resolve crumbling as his hands slid up my back, pulling me closer. "God, I love you. Tell me if anything feels off. Promise me."

"I promise," I said, smiling as I kissed along his jaw, down to his neck. I worked his belt open with eager fingers, feeling him harden against my palm as I freed him. A low groan escaped him, vibrating through his chest.

We moved together toward the massive bed, careful with his leg. I straddled his lap slowly, mindful of every movement, my sundress riding up my thighs. "Like this," I breathed, cupping his face.

His eyes darkened with heat as he helped lift my dress over my head, revealing my fuller breasts. His hands trembled as they traced over it reverently. "You’re glowing," he said, voice thick. "So beautiful carrying our baby. It makes me want you even more."

I arched into his touch, guiding his mouth to one sensitive nipple. He sucked gently, then with more hunger, his tongue swirling until I gasped, threading my fingers through his hair. "Franklin... yes, just like that." Heat pooled low in my belly, slick and ready. I reached between us, stroking him firmly, loving the way he pulsed in my hand, the velvet-steel feel of him.

"Octavia," he groaned, his free hand slipping between my thighs. His fingers found me drenched, circling my clit with perfect, teasing pressure. "You’re so wet for me already. Talk to me, love. Tell me what you need."

"I need you," I moaned, rocking against his hand. "Fill me. Make me feel every inch of you." The conversation between us, raw and intimate, only heightened the erotic charge in the air. I positioned myself over him, sinking down slowly, inch by delicious inch. We both cried out at the connection, me from the exquisite stretch, him from the tight, welcoming heat.

"Oh God," I whimpered, fully seated, our bodies joined completely. I paused, forehead against his, savoring the fullness. "You feel so good. So deep like this."

His hands gripped my waist gently, thumbs stroking my skin. "Ride me, Octavia. Take what you want. I’m yours."

I began to move, rolling my hips, building a rhythm that sent sparks of pleasure radiating through me. The pregnancy made everything more intense, every brush of his chest against my breasts, every thrust upward from him felt amplified. I braced my hands on his shoulders, leaning in to kiss him deeply, tongues tangling as our breaths mingled.

"Faster?" I asked breathlessly, and he nodded, eyes locked on mine with so much love and lust it made my heart clench.

"Yes. Let me see you come undone for me."

I picked up pace, grinding down harder, the wet sounds of our joining mixing with the distant crash of waves outside. My moans grew louder, unrestrained. "Franklin... right there. Don’t stop touching me." His thumb returned to my clit, rubbing firm circles that had me trembling.

"You’re incredible," he praised, voice rough. "So tight, so perfect. I can feel you squeezing me. Come on, baby. Let go."

The pressure built faster. I threw my head back, crying out as the first waves hit. "I’m—oh Franklin!" My voice rose to a scream, raw and ecstatic, echoing off the suite’s high ceilings. My body convulsed around him, thighs shaking as I squirted in hot, pulsing gushes that soaked his lap and the sheets beneath us. The release was shattering, blissful, leaving me gasping and glowing.

But he held me through it, murmuring praises. "That’s my girl. So beautiful when you let go. I love feeling you like this."

I didn’t stop moving, riding the aftershocks into another climb. Leaning forward, I kissed him fiercely, whispering between thrusts, "I love you. Feel how much I need you."

The second orgasm built even stronger. "Again," I panted. "I’m going to—Franklin, I’m coming again!" My screams filled the room once more, louder, as another powerful climax ripped through me. I squirted harder this time, my body trembling violently in his arms while he groaned my name, following me over the edge with deep, pulsing releases inside me.

We collapsed together carefully onto the bed, me curled against his side, his arm around me. His leg was elevated, safe. I traced lazy patterns on his chest, still catching my breath.

"Was that okay?" I asked softly, a shy smile playing on my lips despite everything we’d just shared.

"More than okay," he chuckled, kissing my temple. "That was everything. You’re my world, Octavia. You and our little one."

I felt cherished, desired, and utterly loved. As night fell over Greece, I drifted toward sleep in his arms, knowing this was only the first night and we had gone wild.