"Uh huh..."
He tilted my head up to face him. "Do you want me to fuck you, my love?"
I nodded vigorously.
"Say it," he demanded.
My throat felt thick. "Yes, I want you to fuck me."
Daemen beamed, then kissed me. He didn't break away to undo his belt and whip his cock out. Instead of turning me around like he did in the changing room, Daemen pushed my pants out of the way before lifting me up.
"Ah!" I cried.
"Don't worry, I won't drop you," Daemen reassured me with a sharp grin. "I'm a lot stronger than I look."
I put my hands on his shoulders to support myself, but I felt fully safe in his grasp. The air in the broom closet was hot and humid now, smelling of arousal and our mingling scents. It was making me dizzy in the best way.
I glanced down at Daemen's cock, fully hard and glistening.
"Oh, wow," I murmured in awe. My body twitched, eager for it.
Daemen nuzzled his cheek against mine. The touch was calming. "I'll be gentle. Unless you want me to be rough."
"Either one," I said impatiently. "Just put it in already."
It went in.
In one smooth motion, the head of Daemen's cock entered me. I gasped. My muscles clamped down, sucking him in deeper. I felt the wetness of my slick trickling down his cock. There was tight pressure, but it wasn't painful like I expected. Quite the opposite—it felt fucking amazing.
I couldn't hold back a groan this time. I shuddered and braced myself against Daemen, who held me close.
"Wait," I said.
Daemen stopped. The flash of concern warmed my heart. He was really worried about me. "What's wrong?"
"What you said at dinner earlier... Did you mean that?"
His gaze softened as he smiled. "About children? I meant every word."
If it weren't for the very real physical sensations jolting my body, I would've thought I was dreaming. The confession of Daemen's love followed by his desire to start a family was too much for my little heart to take. It fluttered and I let out a breathy laugh.
"What about you, Miguel? Tell me whatyouwant."
"I want to," I said without hesitation. "And as my family would probably say, I'm not getting any younger."
Daemen rolled his eyes with a scoff. "You're plenty young, Miguel. Don't be silly."
"But I'm serious. Let's have kids, Daemen. Like you said at dinner, why wait?
He grinned, joy radiating from his expression. "Oh, good," he purred in a sultry fashion. "That means I have free reign to fill you up, hmm?"
A shiver ran down my spine. "Oh god, yes."
"Excellent."
Daemen hiked me up. The feeling of his hard cock moving inside my slippery walls forced me to stifle a moan. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him tight as he fucked me. Despite being held up in the air, I had no fear of falling. Daemen was my fated mate—he would never break my trust.
The air in the broom closet was hot and heavy, filled with the mingled scents and sounds of us. My body held as taut as a violin string. The need to release was quickly creeping up on me. Daemen stroked me hair, murmuring sweet things as his cock thrust into me with dizzying speed and rhythm. An intense adoration swept over me. I buried my face in Daemen's neck, soaking up his musky alpha scent as he groaned and bucked his hips one final time. His thick seed exploded inside me and he let out a low, inhuman growl. I wasn't far behind. Once his cock hit me at just the right angle, hitting that perfect spike of pleasure, I spilled all over Daemen's chest.
