"That's it, beautiful. Come for me. Come on my cock while I'm making love to you."
She comes with my name on her lips, her pussy clamping down on me. The sensation pushes me over the edge. I bury myself deep and fill her with another load, grinding to make sure it stays deep.
"Mine," I breathe against her neck. "My fiancée. My future wife. The mother of my children."
"Yours. All yours. Forever."
I roll us to our sides, keeping myself buried inside her. Outside the window, snow is falling softly, lit up by Christmas lights from the house. The tree in the corner casts a warm glow over everything.
"I can't believe this is real," she murmurs.
"It's real. The ring on your finger. My cock inside you. The future we're going to build together. All real."
She's quiet for a moment, just tracing patterns on my chest. Then: "What if I'm pregnant already?"
"Then we plan a fast wedding and celebrate." I slide my hand down to her stomach, pressing gently. "But either way, I'm not stopping. I'm going to fill you every day until your belly swells with my baby. Until there's physical proof that you're mine."
"You really are obsessed with breeding me."
"Yes. Is that a problem?"
"No." She kisses my jaw. "I love it. I love that you want me that much. Want to bind me to you that completely."
"I want everything with you. Marriage. Children. A life built on this insane, intense love we have."
"Insane and intense. That describes us perfectly."
"It does." I pull out slowly, watching my cum leak out of her. "But I wouldn't change a single thing."
I pull her close, the ring on her finger catching the light.
"I love you," I whisper into her hair.
"I love you too," she whispers back.
And I know, with absolute certainty, that I'm the luckiest man alive.
We fall asleep tangled together, and I sleep better than I have in years.
Because she's mine.
She's really, truly mine.
My fiancée.
My future wife.
My everything.
8
Jemma
Iwake up on Christmas morning wearing an engagement ring.
For a moment, I think I dreamed it. The proposal in front of his entire family. The ring sliding onto my finger. Saying yes to a man who kidnapped me five days ago.
But then I lift my hand and see the diamond catching the morning light streaming through the window. It's real. Heavy. Beautiful. Mine.
