“You were made for this,” he rasps, slowing just enough to grind against my clit before slamming back in. “Made to take my cock, made to take my cum. I’m going to fill you up again. Going to pump you so full you’ll feel me dripping out of you for days.”
The filthy promise hits me like a spark to gasoline. Heat floods my core, and I clench around him involuntarily, drawing a harsh groan from his chest.
“Just like that,” he praises darkly. “Squeeze my cock with your tight cunt. Show me how much you want it. You want me to breed you, don’t you?” He lets go of my arms and splays his hand over my lower belly, pressing down so I feel him even deeper. My moans turn into long low whines. “You want me to fuck you full until there’s no question who you belong to.”
I cry out, the sound ragged and broken. I should protest, should say something about protection or consequences or sanity, but the words dissolve before they reach my tongue. All that’s left is yes. Yes, to the dirty, impossible, overwhelming truth of it.
My hips lift to meet his thrusts, chasing the pleasure he’s building in me, surrendering completely to the rhythm he sets. Unable to match it now as I feel the world slip away.
He speeds up, relentless, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the quiet office, his eyes dropping to my breasts, still partially covered, bouncing uncontrollably with the force of what he is doing.
“Say it,” he demands, voice edged with strain as he lifts his eyes back to mine. “Tell me you want it.”
“I—” The word fractures into a mewl as he angles just right, hitting that spot that makes stars burst behind my eyes. “I want it,” I gasp, barely recognizing my own voice. “Please, Rurik, I want it.”
A low, triumphant sound rumbles out of him. “Good girl. Going to give you everything, every drop, until you’re heavy with carrying me. Until everyone knows you’re mine.”
His words feel like the only truth I’ve ever needed.
Pleasure coils tighter and tighter, unbearable, until I’m shaking, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes from the intensity. He doesn’t slow, doesn’t ease up. He drives me higher, owning every gasp, every shudder, every helpless clench of my body around his.
“I’m going to make you come while I’m breeding you,” he is breathless now. The exertion beginning to show, but he doesn’t slow. He changes his angle just slightly and I break.
The orgasm crashes over me in a blinding wave, stronger than the first, ripping a silent scream from my throat as my back bows off the carpet. My whole body locks around him, pulsing, pulling him deeper, and he groans my name like it’s being torn out of him.
“Fuck—Jessica—”
He buries himself to the hilt and stays there, hips jerking as he spills inside me again. I feel every throb, every pulse, and it drags my climax out longer, until I’m sobbing with the overwhelming pleasure of it.
He collapses over me, breath harsh against my neck, one big hand still covering my stomach, his cock still seated deep. For a long moment there’s only the sound of us breathing and the frantic beat of my heart in my ears.
And in that quiet, something settles inside me with absolute certainty.
This is it.
I don’t want anything else.
Not the careful distance I’ve kept from everyone for years. Not the safe, solitary life I built brick by brick to outrun my past. Not the illusion that I could ever walk away from this man and be satisfied with anything less.
I want him. His intensity, his possession, his brutal honesty. I want the danger and the safety he offers in the same breath. I want whatever future he’s already decided we’re having, because the thought of any other future suddenly feels hollow.
It’s painful when he pulls from me. Like my body has learned to accommodate him and doesn’t want to be without. He leans over and grabs my panties, sliding them back onto my ankles, before helping me straighten up.
I daren’t say anything this time. Not while I’m still throbbing with what we just did.
When he stands, he holds out a hand for me to take.
“Come with me.”
Rurik
I take her to my suite without giving her a chance to second-guess it.
My hand closes firmly around hers, and I lead her out of the office without ceremony. No explanations to staff. No lingering looks.
The elevator ride is quiet.
Jessica stands beside me, breathing slowly, eyes forward, like she’s bracing for impact. I can feel the questions rolling through her, feel the moment settling in her bones the same way it’s settling in mine.
