Ihook my arm under her knees and lift her.Sheyelps, wrapping her legs around my waist instinctively.She’ssmall, but she feels substantial against me.Theonly variable in my equation that has ever equaled happiness.
Icarry her to the steel worktable in the center of the room.Thisis the same table where we spread out thousands of invoices, where we found the mirror hack, and whereItook her in the dark when the power died.
Butthe lights are on now.Iwant to see everything.
Myarm sweeps across the surface, sending pens, notepads, and a stack of blank refined ledgers crashing to the concrete floor.Letthe order be destroyed.
Iset her down on the cold edge of the table.
"Spreadthem,"Iorder.
Shedoes.Sheleans back on her hands, the metal biting into her palms, and spreads her knees wide.She’sstill wearing my oversized black flannel shirt, the one she’s been drowning in since the siege.It’sthe only thing she has left afterIshredded her clothes three days ago.Shehas nothing on underneath—no lace, no silk, just bare, pale skin that’s already marked by my hands.Ihate that she has to wear anything at all.
Idrop between her legs, my hands shaking from a hunger so violent it feels likeI’mstarving to death with a banquet in front of me.Igrab the hem of the shirt and shove it up to her waist.
Thesight of her bare and completely exposed for me violently snaps the last shred of my control.
Isink my mouth into her, my tongue a relentless weapon.
Shescreams, a sharp sound that bounces off the steel walls.Idon't give her time to adjust, feasting on her pussy.Thesound of my wet laps echoes off the steel walls as her clit swells under my touch.Theneed to taste exactly how much seed she’s ready to take drives me.Icount the hitches in her breath.Knowingexactly where to touch and exactly how much pressure to apply is effortless.Iaudited her body days ago, memorizing every sensitivity.
Shetastes sweet.Drenched.Ready.
Herhips buck off the table, her heels digging into my shoulders. "Please.Elias, please."
"Pleasewhat?"Igrowl against her wetness.
"Needyou.Inside.Now."
Thedemand overrides the logic centers of my brain.Itshuts down the tactical analysis.Strategyis dead; there is only conquest.
Istand up, unbuckling my belt with hands that feel too large and clumsy.Mycock is a thick, leaden weight, engorged and leaking pre-cum as it strains against my zipper.I’maching to be buried to the hilt in her heat.
Istep between her legs again.Shereaches for me, her small hands wrapping around my thick length, guiding me.Hertouch burns.
"Wait," she pants, her eyes glazed. "Protection.Dowe?—"
Igrab her hips, digging my fingers into her soft flesh, bruising her. "Noprotection.Notever."
Hereyes widen. "Elias?"
"Itold you,"Igrate out, my forehead resting against hers, our breaths mingling in a hot cloud. "You'repermanent.Thisisn't a 72-hour contract.You'remyOldLady.You'remy wife."
"We'renot married," she whispers, but she’s not pulling away.She’sleaning in.
"Paperworkis irrelevant,"Idismiss. "Themath is already done.Youplus me equals forever.I'mputting my seed in you,Mia.I'mfilling you up until there's no room for doubt.Untilthere's no room for anything but me."
Sheshudders.Afull-body quake thatIfeel through my grip on her hips. "Yes."
Thatone word seals her fate.
Idon't wait.Ithrust into her.
Deep.Hard.Tothe hilt.
Shescreams again, throwing her head back, her neck arching in a beautiful curve.Istretch her pussy, fill her, claim her.Thesensation is blinding.Thisis absolute.Thisis ownership.
"Mine,"Iroar, withdrawing almost all the way before slamming back in.
