“You,” I say with a gasp.
“That’s right. Every inch. Every breath.”
“Yours,” I moan, arching into his touch. “Always yours.”
“And I’m never letting you go.” He throws me onto the bed. The air rushes from my lungs as I hit the mattress. Then he’s on me, eyes dark with hunger. “Afterthirty years of having nothing, I want everything with you. I want to create something that’s ours.”
My head spins. I’m so breathless for this man, I barely hear his words.
“I want to fill you up, make you mine completely,” he growls into my ear.
“Yes... please.”
“Open those legs for me, little pet. Prove you deserve this cock.”
My gaze roams down his chest. Light streams in from the window, cutting across his pecs. Rowland is all lean strength and controlled power, utter perfection. White lines criss-cross his skin, meeting darker patches where he was burned. Some would see flaws. To me, he’s unbreakable.
Beneath his chest are tight abs with a smattering of dark hair. The scars over his abdomen tell the same story. His thick cock lies flush against the ridges of his stomach, leaking, heavy with need. Breath quickening, I part my thighs.
He gazes down at my pussy, and his eyes darken. Then he looks up at me, nostrils flaring. “Good girl, showing your master what’s his. You’re dripping. Eager. Good enough to eat, but I won’t give you my mouth. Not yet.”
“What?” I say with a gasp. “Why?”
“Because I need you to beg for it,” he snarls. “Tell me you want to be bred like a good little slut.”
My pussy clenches before I can even process the words. Everything about this man is intoxicating, and the thought of him taking me so thoroughly has me crying out, “Breed me, Rowland.”
His breath catches. For a heartbeat, he stares down atme like I’ve said something sacred. Then a low growl rises from his chest, rough and satisfied, the sound dragging over my skin like heat.
“First, I’ll fill you up. Make you take it to the hilt. I’ll put my seed so deep inside you your belly will swell with my children.”
The possessive words flood my veins with heat. I buck my hips, wanting more. “Yes,” I say with a gasp. “Give me everything.”
Rowland positions himself between my spread legs, his hands pinning my wrists to the headboard. Feral intensity burns in his eyes, making every fine hair on my neck stand on end. My heart skips several beats. Without the beard, he’s all sharp edges and danger. A monster. An unrelenting beast. I have to remind myself that he belongs to me.
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him close, until the head of his cock grazes my opening.
“Tell me your safe word,” he growls.
“Why?” I whisper.
“Because once I start, I won’t stop. Not until you’re full of me. Not until you’re bred.” He presses in closer, voice rough. “I want to hear you sob when you take it all. Want to feel you clench around me when you break, saying my name.”
“It’s red.”
“Good girl.” His eyes flash with something dark. Could be satisfaction. Maybe control. Then he thrusts into me, hard and deep, and I cry out, the sound raw and helpless.
He fills me completely, making my inner muscles stretch to accommodate his size. I gasp as his grip on mywrists tightens, holding me in place. Building up a punishing rhythm, he fucks me without mercy or restraint, all the while growling filthy promises that make my toes curl.
“You’ll take this cock like you need it to survive. I’ll pump you full of cum until your belly fills with my heir. Then everyone who sees you will know how well you take it.” He pants against my ear, his breath hot and urgent.
The thick head of his cock brushes back and forth against a spot that makes me jolt like a live wire. I rock my hips, on the verge of climaxing, desperate for more friction, but he changes position.
“Do you want to come, little pet?” he asks, his voice thick with lust.
“Yes,” I cry.
“Then tell me how much you want it,” he says through clenched teeth.
