She shivered at the sound, her hands trembling slightly as a flush crept across her cheeks. Confused, unsure, but undeniably turned on, and I could feel it in every small movement of her body pressed against mine.
I pulled out slowly, and then pushed back inside her, hitting that spot I knew made her see stars. Her gasp was loud, echoing in the room around us. I moved with a lethal grace, fucking her hard and fast, the smell of her arousal and need filling the space between us.
Tessa dug her nails into my shoulders again, fingers flexing as she responded to every thrust. God damn it, she was perfect. Every curve of her body against mine felt like heaven, every sound she made—whimpers and gasps—pulled me deeper into the sensation until I could barely think anymore.
“Say you’re mine,” I growled in her ear.
“I’m,” she panted, gasping for breath. “Yours.”
“Tell me you want my baby.”
Her eyes widened, but she nodded, her lips parting slightly. “I want your baby.”
Suddenly, she tensed underneath me, crying out, her body going rigid with pleasure. It triggered something primal inside me—the instinct to claim and mark my territory. With one swift motion, I bit down on her shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark.
Fuck. I couldn’t hold it back anymore. With a low groan, I came inside her, hips bucking and thrusting until I felt the heat of release pulsating through me. She clenched around me, milking every drop from me, fingers digging into my shoulders so hard it might have left bruises.
I stayed buried deep inside her, not willing to let a single drop of me escape. The scent of sex clung to the air, thick and intoxicating, wrapping around us like a secret. Her body was still trembling beneath mine, her skin hot and flushed, and the thought that she was filled with me—completely mine—made my grip on her tighten.
After a long moment, her voice broke the silence—soft, hesitant, but carrying that edge of curiosity I couldn’t ignore.
“Did you mean that?” she asked, her eyes searching mine in the dim light.
Her question lingered in the air, fragile but insistent. I tightened my hold on her, my lips brushing her temple as I breathed the truth against her skin.
“Yeah,” I said, voice low and steady. “I meant every word.”
Her breath caught, her body tensing beneath me, and I felt the shiver run through her. She didn’t answer right away, but the heat in her eyes told me she’d heard me—and that she wasn’t as afraid of it as she thought she should be.
Chapter 26
Tessa
Iwas freaking out. Felix wanted to get me pregnant.
The words had replayed in my head a hundred times since he’d said them, low and rough against my skin, like a promise and a threat all at once. My body still buzzed from the way he’d touched me, claimed me, but my mind couldn’t catch up. Pregnant. He wanted me carrying his child.
It should have terrified me. It did terrify me. But under the fear, tangled deep in a place I didn’t want to admit existed, was something else—something warm and intoxicating. The way he’d said it, the way he’d held me afterward as though he’d never let me go… it made my heart race in a way that had nothing to do with panic.
But wasn’t it, like, super hard to get pregnant? I wasn’t even sure. I had missed the entirety of sex ed in school because my father never bothered to take me. He’d been too busy passedout drunk on the couch or screaming at the television to notice whether or not his daughter was getting a basic education.
So now here I was, sitting on the sofa with my heart pounding out of my chest, trying to piece together what I had overheard at work and seen on television. Didn’t you have to track your cycle or something? Or was that just if you didn’t want to get pregnant? Maybe it only happened sometimes. God, I didn’t know.
I thought about all those jokes the girls at work used to make in the kitchen, about missed periods and false alarms, and I remembered laughing along like I understood. But the truth was, I didn’t. I hadn’t been paying attention—because back then, the idea of anyone actually wanting me like that had seemed impossible.
And now Felix did. He wanted me like that. He wanted all of me, enough to say something so raw, so final. Pregnant. Mine. The word kept circling back, twisting itself into my stomach until I didn’t know if I was scared or something else.
Felix came home later that evening, his usual dangerous scowl in place, the kind that made people step back without a word. But the scowl on his face tonight reminded me exactly why I was drawn to him despite myself. Dangerous, unpredictable, and impossible to ignore.
“How was your day?” I asked, even though I knew he wouldn’t give me the full story.
It probably involved embezzlement, intimidation, and murder, so I was certain he’d keep me blissfully ignorant.
“It was fine.” His voice was gruff, but softened slightly for me. “Yours?”
“The same as usual,” I said, gesturing around the house.
“No new clues?”
