Kyra’s POV

"Kyra..."

Lost in my thoughts, I hadn’t noticed Nathan standing behind me. My eyes found his reflection in the mirror. His chest was bare, water droplets still on his skin from his shower. He looked so different from the lean teenager I had known in high school. Years of training and leading our pack had turned his body into the perfect Alpha.

I couldn’t resist reaching out, my fingers touching the muscles of his stomach. He caught my hand, our eyes meeting in the mirror. The desire in his gaze matched the heat rising in me, and my lips parted as my body responded to him being so close.

A soft gasp escaped me when I felt his hand caress my bottom, squeezing gently. I pressed my thighs together as arousal pooled between them.

Nathan lifted me effortlessly, laying me with care upon the rose-strewn bed. His lips found mine immediately, and I responded with equal hunger. His hands explored my body with practiced familiarity, each touch igniting fires beneath my skin.

Tears formed in my eyes from the desperate need burning through me. I wanted him so badly it was almost painful.

"Nathan," I whispered his name like a prayer, reaching for his shoulders.

His eyes darkened as he gazed down at me, filled with happiness, admiration, and unmistakable hunger. Slowly, his fingers untied the knot of my robe, exposing my body to his view.I bit my lip and arched my back when his lips traced a path from my collarbone to my stomach, then moved upward again to take one of my breasts. I cried out in pleasure as he suckled gently, his free hand caressing my other breast with tender attention.

"Nathan!" My voice was urgent, needy.

After giving attention to my breasts, his lips moved to my growing baby bump, pressing soft kisses against my skin. I gripped his shoulders desperately, my throat dry, my voice rough with desire.

His large hands traveled to my thighs, spreading them gently as he caressed the sensitive skin of my inner legs. My entire body burned under his touch, and I shivered when I felt his fingers brush against my wet entrance.

"Nathan, please," I growled, beyond ready for him. I needed no more foreplay, no more teasing. I needed to feel him inside me, completing me as only he could.

His middle finger slipped inside, and my legs shook. My head spun and my eyes went wide as he moved his finger in and out. I writhed beneath him, my head moving from side to side as my nails dug into his back.

I came apart under his skilled touch, panting as the waves of pleasure subsided. He settled between my legs, maintaining eye contact as he tasted my arousal from his fingers. The sight only inflamed my desire further.

With impatient movements, I pulled away the towel from his waist and lifted my hips. The tip of his arousal brushed against my entrance, drawing matching groans from both of us.

"Stay still, Kyra," he commanded through clenched teeth, gripping my hips to keep me in place. I swallowed hard and stared into his eyes, taking in the sight of his flushed neck and ears. He looked like he was barely holding back.

"I love you," I whispered against his ear, and his control snapped.

I arched my back and cried out in pleasure when he finally pushed inside me. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he began to move, setting a rhythm that was passionate yet careful—mindful of the precious life growing within me.

I pulled his face down to mine, kissing him deeply as our bodies moved together in perfect synchronization.Each thrust filled me completely, reminding me that no matter what trials we had faced, this connection between us was unbreakable.

As the tension built within me, my movements became more urgent. A few more powerful thrusts from Nathan sent me over the edge, my body trembling beneath his as pleasure flooded through me. Moments later, I felt him reach his own climax, filling me with his warmth.

Afterward, he rolled to lie beside me, pulling the blanket over our naked bodies. His gaze found mine, and he smiled that special smile he reserved only for me.

"Thank you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

I moved closer, pressing my body against his chest and wrapping my arm around his waist. He slipped his arm beneath my head, cradling me against him.

"I love you so much, Kyra," he murmured against my hair. "Thank you for marrying me again. Now I feel complete."

I chuckled softly and caressed his cheek. "It took you three weddings to feel content?"

He smiled ruefully. "I felt I owed you this wedding, so I pushed to make it happen. I don’t even know how I managed to plan it without your help. The event planner nearly quit on me once because I couldn’t articulate what I wanted."

I laughed and playfully smacked his chest. "You could have just told me, and I would’ve helped."

He pursed his lips. "It’s called a surprise for a reason, Kyra."

I smiled and leaned closer to him. "Your surprise made me incredibly happy. Thank you."

"Thank you too," Nathan whispered, pulling me from my thoughts. "For loving me through everything. I promise to make you happy for the rest of our lives. I won’t stop trying to make you smile until we’re old and gray. I love you, Kyra Anderson. Always and forever."