‘Do it for me, Tay.’ Part plea. Part command. ‘Come for me.’
She falters, breath snagging, fingers slowing. ‘But… a baby?’
The reminder hits like a cold tide: the end game. The whole reason she’s here. The reason she’s letting me see her like this at all. She wants a baby. My baby. My release.
‘You’ll get that,’ I bite out, running my hand over my cock, letting her watch, taking pleasure in the way her cheeks flushdeeper and her eyes track the movement, her fingers matching my tempo unaware. ‘But first… give me what I asked for.’
She drags her eyes back to mine and steps back. Reclines across the bed, one hand gripping the sheets, the other between her legs. She spreads wide – and heaven glistens back at me.
‘I want you, Ax.’
Fuck.
Those words. That view.
Soaked black lace. Fingers buried deep. Breasts shuddering with her breaths. My body screams at me to move. But the more it pleads, the harder I fight.
‘Then come for me.’
Her mouth falls open, colour flooding her skin, thighs trembling as her fingers turn frantic, and I nearly choke on my tongue.
She moans my name, crying out as her body bows, thighs clamping around her hand. And I’ve never seen anything more perfect. More mine.
I’m on my feet before the last tremor leaves her, crossing the room in three strides and dragging her body flush to my chest. Her eyes glaze up at me. Skin like fire. Mouth too close.
I can smell the oranges from her drink. I can smell her sex from her pleasure. And I crave it all.
‘Axel,’ she pleads, voice raw.
‘Yes?’
‘Take me.’
Yes.
I hook my fingers through the lace at her hips, twist and tug. It rips free as she gasps, and I bring it to my nose.Fuck, that scent.
‘These are mine now,’ I tell her, sliding them into my pocket.
‘So am I,’ she breathes, and it rocks me to my core. Even if she’s only giving me the role I demanded of her… even if this is just a deal. Almost a game, if not for the severity of the outcome. But that’s on her. That’s her takeaway, not mine.
Like it’ll be that simple when she grows round with your kid. When you see them together and pretend it doesn’t hit you right where she always has.
Her fingers close around my belt and I recoil, her touch burning: too much, too soon.
I press her back into the sheets, pin her hands above her head. ‘Stay.’
‘Stay?’ she echoes.
‘That’s what I said, Baby Girl.’
Her breath stutters. ‘Why do you keep calling me that?’
Because that’s my kink. That’s what I want her to be. My Baby Girl. Mine to protect, tease, spoil, claim…
‘You got a problem with it?’
She bites her lip, lashes dipping, eyes screaming,Yes, mouth whispering, ‘No.’
