"I want it," she finally sobs. "I want…Oh God, I want everything you're giving me."
She comes again, her back arching off the bed, my name a scream on her lips. I follow her over the edge, spilling deep inside her for the second time, making sure every drop stays where it belongs.
When the pleasure finally subsides, I collapse on top of her, careful to keep most of my weight on my forearms. She's shaking, overwhelmed, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.
I kiss them away, gentler now.
"Shh,milaya. I've got you."
"That was..." She can't finish. Just lies there trembling while I stroke her hair.
"Too much?" I ask, though I'm not sorry. Can't be sorry when she's lying beneath me, full of my cum, looking thoroughly claimed.
"No." Her voice is small. "Perfect. It was perfect."
Something in my chest cracks open. Something that feels dangerously close to tenderness.
I finally pull out, watching as my release starts to leak from her. The sight is primal, satisfying in a way that makes me want to push it back inside, to make sure it takes.
Lowering myself, I take in the
Instead, I shift to lie beside her, pulling her against my chest. She comes willingly, curling into me like I'm safety instead of danger.
"Don't move," I order, my hand returning to her stomach. "Keep it inside."
She makes a soft sound of embarrassment. "Renat..."
"I'm serious." My hand strokes her belly possessively. "I want my child growing here. Want to see proof that you're mine in a way no one can deny."
"What if I don't get pregnant?"
"Then I'll keep trying." I press a kiss to her shoulder. "Every night. Multiple times. Until you're so full of me that pregnancy is inevitable."
She shivers, and I feel her thighs press together.
"This is madness," she whispers.
"Yes." I don't deny it. "But you chose that madness with me. You took me inside your body. Begged me to give you what you needed. And now you'll carry the consequences."
"I shouldn’t be here."
"But you are." I can feel her heartbeat, rapid with exertion and arousal. "You like being claimed. Like knowing I'll protect you and provide for you. Like the idea of belonging to me completely."
She doesn't answer, but she doesn't have to. Her body tells me everything I need to know.
I pull the sheet over us, keeping her tucked against me. My hand stays on her stomach, a constant reminder of what I want. What I intend to have.
"Sleep," I murmur into her hair. "Tomorrow will be difficult. You'll need your strength."
"I can't sleep like this. I'm too—" She squirms slightly. "Too aware."
"Good." I tighten my grip. "I want you aware. Want you feeling me even when I'm not inside you. Want you unable to think about anything except what we just did and what I'm going to do to you again."
Her breath catches. "Again?"
"Again and again and again." I nip at her earlobe. "You're mine now, Ava. Completely. And I'm going to make sure every part of you knows it."
She turns in my arms to face me, her expression serious. "What if my father doesn't come for me? What if he's really gone?"
