"You're supposed to be sleeping." But his hips rock into my touch, betraying him.
"I woke up." I lean in and kiss him, slow and deep. "And I realized something."
"What's that?" His hand comes up to tangle in my hair.
"I've spent my whole life letting other people make decisions for me. Letting them tell me who I should be, what I should want." I release him and push him onto his back, straddling his hips. "But not anymore."
I flick on the bedside light. I want to see him, want him to see me.
His eyes are dark and hungry as he looks up at me. "No?"
"No." I position myself over him, feeling the head of his cock press against my entrance. "I know what I want now."
"Tell me." His hands grip my hips, holding me steady.
"I want you." I sink down slowly, taking him inch by inch despite the soreness. The stretch burns but in a way that feels good, feels right. "I want this. I want your baby growing inside me."
He groans, his fingers digging into my flesh. "Matilda—"
"I want to be pregnant with your child." I'm fully seated now, and I roll my hips experimentally. "I want everyone to see me carrying proof of who I belong to. I want my father to know that I chose this. That I chose you."
"Fuck." His head falls back against the pillow. "You're going to kill me."
"No." I start to move, finding a rhythm that makes us both gasp. "I'm going to make you fill me up until I'm pregnant. And then I'm going to do it again. And again. As many times as you'll give me."
His hands slide up from my hips to my breasts, cupping them, thumbs brushing over my nipples. "You're sure?"
"Yes." I lean forward, changing the angle, and we both groan. "I'm sure. I want your babies, Gennady. I want to build a family with you. A real family. Not like the one I came from."
Something shifts in his expression. "Then take what you want. Ride me until I give it to you."
I do.
I move faster, harder, chasing the pleasure building low in my stomach. His hands guide me, showing me angles that make me see stars, but he lets me control the pace. Lets me take what I need.
This is power. This is what it means to be his equal, not because he's weak, but because he's strong enough to let me be strong too.
"Touch yourself," he commands, and I obey without hesitation, my hand sliding between us to find the same spot he found earlier.
When I find it, I cry out. I'm close, so close, and he knows it.
"Come inside me, Gennady," I pant, barely able to hold back the onslaught that’s trying to drag me under.
He thrusts up one final time and I feel him pulse inside me, filling me just like I asked.
Just like I demanded.
I come hard, my body shattering around him, the sensation making him cry out through gritted teeth as he watches the space where we are joined.
I collapse forward onto his chest, both of us breathing hard. His arms come around me immediately, holding me close.
"Twenty-four hours," I murmur against his skin.
"What?"
"It's been twenty-four hours since you came to my father's house." I press a kiss to his chest. "Since everything changed."
His hand strokes down my spine. "Do you regret it?"
