He groans, a low, guttural sound that vibrates in his chest. He thrusts into me—a brutal, possessive invasion of my space that forces a shattered scream from my lungs.
He hammers into me, his cock—thick, engorged, and rock-hard—stretching my drenched walls to the limit. He fills me to the brim, the visceral feeling of being occupied by him making my vision go white. He isn't just having sex; he is marking the very center of me with every brutal stroke.
"Chase!" I scream his name, the sound tearing from my throat. The pleasure is sharp, blinding, and overwhelming.
"Take it," he grinds out, his forehead resting against mine as he sets a relentless, punishing pace. "Take every fucking inch of my length. I want to feel you stretched to the limit, Cassandra. I’m going to fill you so full of my seed that you won't be able to walk straight for a week.Take it for me."
The praise sends me crashing over the edge. My hips snap up, my pussy tightening around him in violent, rhythmic spasms. Climax hits like a physical blow, a crashing wave of heat that blurs my vision. I cling to his sweat-slicked shoulders, sobbing his name as my body convulses.
He rides out my orgasm, his jaw set, groaning as my muscles clamp down on him like a vice. With a final, deep thrust that bottoms out against my cervix, he buries himself to the hilt, his entire frame stiffening as he pours his seed into me. He holds me there, pinned and completely possessed, as the release racks his massive body.
We stay tangled together in the fading afternoon light. His weight is heavy and crushing, yet it is the most comforting thing I’ve ever known. My heart rate slowly returns to normal, eventually syncing with the heavy, steady rhythm beating against my chest.
He rolls to the side but doesn't let go, pulling me flush against his side so our skin is fused from chest to toe. He runs a large, calloused hand down the length of my spine, soothing the lingering tremors.
"You okay?" His voice has returned to that deep, gravelly rumble.
"Perfect," I murmur, tucking my face into the hollow of his neck. "Absolutely perfect."
He kisses the top of my head, his fingers tracing the curve of my hip. "The guys were taking bets today at the clubhouse."
I crack one eye open. "Bets on what? The zoning variances?"
"No. Bets on when we’d start filling the spare rooms in this cabin." He rests a large hand on my stomach, his thumb tracing a lazy, possessive circle over my skin. "Savannah thinks we'll have news within the year. Shane thinks you’re too focused on your career to bother with a Gunnar brat yet."
I stiffen slightly, the thought of a child—a little girl who looks like me and has his amber eyes—sending a strange, warm throb through my heart. I relax under his touch. "And what do you think, Enforcer?"
Chase props himself up on one elbow, looking down at me. The fierce, predator look is gone, replaced by a devastating tenderness he reserves only for me.
"I think we have plenty of time," he says softly, his fingers brushing a stray lock ofdark hairfrom my face. "I want you to myself for a while longer. I want to spoil you. I want to travel. I want to watch you terrify judges in three different counties."
I smile, tracing the faint scar on his jawline. "That sounds like a plan."
"But..." He leans down and kisses me softly, his lips lingering. "Eventually. Yeah. I want tobreedyou until we fill this house. A little girl who looks like you and argues like me. God help the Pine Valley school system."
I laugh, a genuine sound of joy bubbling up. "God help them indeed. They won't stand a chance."
We lie there in the deep mountain quiet as the shadows grow long across the floor. The future stretches before us like the endless, rugged peaks of the Grizzly District. I came to Pine Valley to fight a war. To win a case. To prove myself to a firm that didn't deserve me. I never expected to find this—a home in the arms of a dangerous man who calls me "his" while worshipping every inch of my body.
The legal battle is over. The injunctions are filed away, and the permits are signed. But looking at Chase, seeing the fire that still burns in his eyes, I know the real adventure is just beginning. I snuggle closer to his heat, listening to the wind in the pines and the steady, unbreakable beat of his heart.
I still have my law degree, and I’m still a shark in the courtroom, but my home is here on this ridge. I’m Cassandra Gunnar now. I’m the Enforcer’s Old Lady, and the only thing I’m objecting to from now on is any minute I have to spend out of his reach.
The End
