SARAH
My throat dries up immediately. I’m totally stunned and short of words just sitting there, listening to his promise to utterly devour me—which I know he has every intention of keeping.
The frown on my face slowly disappears as I blink at him. I want to tell him, all of them—the news of my pregnancy is heavy on the tip of my tongue. Seeing how they’re all looking at me like I’m a three course meal, I can’t help but worry they’ll hurt the babies.
That is possible, right? I’m not quite sure what the rules are for s*x during pregnancy. I make a mental note to ask my doctor during my next antenatal session.
“What are you thinking about?” Ronan asks, gently stroking my left cheek as he leans toward me.
I try to look away, but I can’t.
“It’s nothing,” I lie, pushing the thought
