I pull out, grip her waist, and flip her onto her back. Then I lie down and motion for her. “Do it.”
She straddles me, guides me inside with a little whimper, then sinks down slowly. “Oh my God.”
“Feel that?” I growl. “That’s my cock pressing right where you need it. Doesn’t get deeper than this, princess.”
She moves slowly at first, grinding down, then picking up speed until she’s bouncing on top of me, her hands braced on my chest. My hands grip her hips, guiding her harder, faster. I watch her fall apart again, her back arched. Her muscles clamp down, fluttering around me.
I let go.
I grab her hips and thrust up into her as I come again, deep inside her for the second time tonight. I stay buried to the hilt, holding her down as my cock twitches and empties every last drop into her. She collapses onto my chest, exhausted.
We stay there for a few seconds, chests heaving, our bodies slick with sweat. Then I reach behind me, grab a pillow, and lift her hips gently.
“What are you doing?” she asks, laughing softly.
“Gravity,” I say. “Don’t get up. You need to be still and lie here a little while. Let’s give it the best fucking shot.”
She’s smiling, glowing, still trembling as I slide the pillow under her ass and adjust her legs to elevate her hips. “You’re insane,” she says, giggling.
“I’m thorough.” I stroke her thighs, press a kiss to her knee. “We’re not just fucking. We’re building a family. One that locks our fathers into peace. One they can’t undo.”
She brushes her fingers over my jaw, her touch a tender contrast to the raw heat of the moment. “You really want it to be real?”
I nod, leaning over her. “I already claimed you, Viviana. Now I want everyone to see it.”
I hold her, snuggled tight against me, until our breathing finally slows. “I’m sorry,” I whisper against her hair.
“Sorry for what?” she asks, leaning back to look up at me.
“It’s time for you to go back to your family. Tommy is waiting outside with the car to take you home.”
“So soon? I have to go now? You didn’t tell me that.”
“I didn’t want to tell you,” I say. “Your father insisted I return you today. I desperately needed this one last time with you before we’re separated.”
“Why can’t you drive me yourself?” she asks.
“I’m not allowed at your house until this is resolved.”
“When will I see you again?” she asks. “Are we even allowed to see each other?”
“No, not until your father makes his decision.”
“If Papa says no—"
"He won't. Not when he understands what we're offering. It’s the only solution that works for everyone."
"But if he does?"
"Then I'll find another way. As long as I’m breathing, I’ll keep fighting for you. I'm not losing you, Viviana. Not to family politics, not to anything."
“What if I’m exiled and they send me far away?”
“Wherever you go, I promise I’ll find you.”
“You said you never make promises.”
“I do now.”
