For a moment, we're not captor and captive. Not Devil and lost soul. Just two broken people finding something whole in each other.
Even if it can't last and tomorrow brings consequences. Right now, in this moment, I chose him. And that makes all the difference.
Renat
I stay buried inside her, feeling her walls flutter around me with aftershocks, and something primal roars to life in my chest.
“Fuck I’ve never felt like this before,” I manage between trying to catch my breath. “You gave yourself to me—” I trail off as my cock twitches violently and she yelps.
Ava's eyes are closed, a small frown line appearing between her brows, her chest heaving, her skin flushed and damp with sweat. Beautiful. Destroyed. Perfect.
I press deeper, making sure she feels every inch of me still inside her.
Her eyes fly open with a gasp.
"Renat—"
"Shh." I cup her face with one hand while the other slides down her body to splay across her flat stomach. Right where my child could be growing. Right where I want my mark on her to be permanent and undeniable. "I'm not done with you yet."
She trembles beneath me, still sensitive, still riding those aftershocks. "I can't… It's too much—"
"You can." I rock my hips slightly, just enough to make her whimper. "Your body was made for this. Made for me."
My hand presses down on her belly, possessive and dark. I imagine it swollen with my child. Imagine her trapped not just by circumstance but by biology, by the life I put inside her.
The thought makes me solid again, still buried in her warmth.
"Do you feel that?" I ask, my voice rough. "Do you feel how perfectly you fit around me?"
She nods, her hands coming up to grip my shoulders. Not pushing me away. Holding on.
"I'm going to keep you full of me," I tell her, my thumb stroking her stomach. "Going to fuck you every day until your body has no choice but to accept what I'm giving you. Do you understand what I'm saying,milaya?"
Her breath hitches. "I…"
"Say you understand." I pull out slightly and thrust back in, making her cry out. "Say you know what I want."
"You want to…" She can't finish the sentence. Can't say the words.
So I say them for her.
"I want to breed you." The words come out dark, possessive, absolutely filthy. "I want to fill this perfect body with my child. Want to watch your belly grow round with my baby. Want everyone who looks at you to know exactly who you belong to forever."
Her walls clench around me as she bows off the bed.
"You like that," I observe, starting to move again. Slow, deep strokes. "You like the idea of me putting my baby inside you."
"I don’t know," she gasps. "It's insane, we just met, I'm not…"
"You're not on birth control." I knew this from my surveillance. Knew she couldn't afford it. "You're fertile. Unprotected. And I just came inside you."
Another full-body shudder runs through her. She's close again, I can tell.
"Tell me you want it," I demand, increasing my pace. "Tell me you want me to breed you like you were born for it."
"God, Renat…"
"Say it." I'm relentless, driving into her harder now. "Say you want my baby."
