“Answer me.” This demand sounds like a plea.
As if his life depends on what I say next.
All the times he pushed his cum back inside me, all the dirty talk about fucking babies into me…
It wasn’t a kink. It wasn’t the words of a possessive man asserting his control.
He really does want to start a family together. Not tomorrow or in a year.
Now.
Another wave of heat and need surges through me. I’m dizzy with it. Heady.
“I’m not sure,” I whisper, my hips grinding into him on their own. “I’m two days late.”
“Baby.” With one hand, Duncan shifts, taking himself out and pressing the tip of his cock to my entrance.
I’m so wet, he slips in without even trying. Both of us groan.
Releasing my throat, his chest grazes my back as he sucks in a breath. “Hold on to the chair.”
I obey, my nails digging into the wood. My entire body hums, my hips tilting up. “Please.”
“No need to beg, little moon. You’re about to be fucked.” A threat. A vow. “Because fuck. What you just did to me…hearing those words, the images you planted in my head… I can’t stop thinking about your stomach swelling.”
His hand drifts to my navel, then down, down, cupping my lower belly. I keep my gaze on his eyes. The look Duncan gives me, he’s so alive. They didn’t kill him. They didn’t take him away from me. “…with my child.” He pulls back, then thrusts every inch of his cock in one shove.
My breath hitches at the stretch, the violent intrusion.
“When those pretty lips mouthedpregnant.”
As I try to adjust to his size, he turns even more ruthless. As he slams his hips into me, he curls his fist in my hair, tugging on it. The sting is delicious. The sound of his ragged breath and our bodies slapping is intoxicating.
“I could’ve come right there.” He’s relentless as he claims me. “In my fucking boxers. I didn’t, though. You know why? Hmm?”
“No,” I gasp, feeling another orgasm coiling from within, demanding an outlet. “No.”
“This”—he pinches my clit, twisting, hurting, then rubbing it—“is mine. Your pussy is mine. You. Are. Mine. I will not be wasting any goddamn drop when I can fill you up.”
The second climax crashes over me in a blinding, breath-stealing wave. It’s breaking me from the inside out. Tears run down my cheeks while I pulse around Duncan.
“God, I love you.” He goes faster, deeper, elongating my orgasm until I’m sobbing his name again and again. “Going tomake a mess of your cunt, Elowyn. If you’re not pregnant by now, you will be next month. So beautiful. So mine. So—fuck.”
His breath shatters, my name is a prayer on his lips. Hips jerking, he gives me everything as he finds his release.
Then he pulls me up by my hair. I let go of the chair, limbless and so fucking happy when his lips slant over mine when he takes me with a brutal kiss.
Our mouths mate for what feels like hours, only breaking apart after I start to shiver.
He helps me into my clothes next. I’m dressed, warmer now, though my sweater is soaked.
Duncan scowls, then says, “Sit here. Wait for me while I deal with them.”
My eyebrows knit. “It’ll be faster if we do it together.”
“No.” He lowers me to the chair; his hands are warm and firm on my shoulders. “I couldn’t save you from being kidnapped, so please, let me do this. Let me be worthy of you, little moon.”
As harsh as his voice is, I see the pain there. Not only in his words, but also in his eyes. He really needs this.
