Chapter 241. Miscarriage

Chantel Raven

I carefully weave my hands through his hair, pulling him back. If I attempt to push him away, he will simply make it worse. It ought to seem natural.

"You taste so delicious," he says softly against my neck.

I reply, attempting to fight back tears. "Damon, you said we'd go to the medic."

"In a minute," his hands slide to my thighs, and he'll locate the scissors if I don't do something.

Fortunately, nature helps me.

"Fuck," I gasp as terrible anguish abruptly strikes me. The anguish has been rising for hours, but now it's at its peak.

Damon asks, drawing back and touching my cheeks instead. His eyes are focused on my face. I gaze back into his eyes and try to explain what's wrong.

"I-oh god," I weep.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" He asks again, this time with greater concern.

I get off his lap, and he allows me. I grab the e