He works me carefully. One finger. He presses it inside, wiggling a bit. “How does that feel?”
“Good,” I breath out. His thumb presses against my clit, and I jump.
“Fuck,” he murmurs. “You’re so sensitive.”
He adds a second finger, his thumb distracting me with small circles against my bundle of nerves. “It’s the pregnancy,” I moan. “Increased blood flow.”
His fingers are stretching. Preparing.
"That's it," he encourages, as I quiver. "You're doing so good. Taking me so well."
"Adrian—" I feel like I’m going to burst. “I want?—"
"I know. I know, baby. Almost ready." He adds more lube, his fingers working deeper, and I'm panting now, caught between pleasure and pressure and the sheer overwhelming intimacy of it.
"I'm ready," I gasp. "Please. I need?—"
"Not yet." He's relentless, preparing me thoroughly, making sure I can take him. “Remember,” he presses a kiss to my shoulder. “I own you. You’ll have me when I say.”
He continues thrusting inside of me while lazily stroking my clit, and I’m stuck somewhere between heaven and hell.
By the time he finally withdraws his fingers, I'm desperate. Aching. Ready.
I hear the sound of his belt. His zipper. Then he's behind me, the head of his cock pressing against me.
"Last chance," he says. "Tell me to stop and I will."
"Don't stop." I meet his eyes in the mirror. "Take me. Make me yours. Completely."
He pushes forward slowly, and I feel the stretch, the burn, the intense pressure as he breaches me.
"Fuck," he groans. "Seraphina. You feel—fuck?—"
It hurts. But it's also cathartic. Like I'm giving him the last piece of myself. The last barrier. The last wall.
"More," I gasp. "I can take it. I want it."
He pushes deeper, inch by inch, giving me time to adjust. His hand is still between my legs, stroking me, keeping pleasure mixed with the intensity.
"Look at you," he growls. "Taking my cock in your ass like you were made for it. So fucking perfect. So fucking mine."
"Yes," I moan. "Yours. All yours." He’s big in my ass, and I can feel every single inch of his cock, but I want it. The burn mixed with the pleasure is heady, and my need to cum is intense.
He bottoms out, and we both groan. The fullness is overwhelming. Intense. I feel claimed in a way I never have before.
"I'm going to move now," he warns. "Tell me if it's too much."
I push back against him. "Fuck me, Adrian. Claim me. Show me I'm yours."
He starts to move, slow and careful at first. But as my body adjusts, as the pain transforms into something else entirely, he increases his pace. I’m gripping the vanity, my nails digging into the wood.”
"This is what you wanted," he pants. "To be completely mine. To give me everything."
"Yes—God—yes?—"
"No more walls. No more distance. No more pretending you don't belong to me." His thrusts are getting harder now, more desperate. "You're mine, Seraphina. Every inch of you. Every hole. Every part of your body and soul."
"Yours," I sob. The pleasure is building impossibly high, the combination of his cock in my ass and his fingers on my clit driving me toward something transcendent. "I'm yours. Always. Forever."
