Fill me every night, Rafe. Don’t pull out. I need to feel you there when I wake up. I need to know I’m safe.
Her words from our wedding bed echo in my head and my cock twitches hard inside her. She makes a soft, needy sound in her sleep, pussy fluttering around me, trying to suckle me deeper. That’s how she likes it—cockwarming as comfort, as claim, as the only thing that quiets the nightmares Daryl left her with. I give it to her gladly. Every inch. Every drop.
I stay perfectly still, breathing her in—peaches and sex and the faint trace of my own scent on her skin—and let myself get harder. Slow. Thick. My cock swells inside her slick walls until the stretch makes her stir. Her lashes flutter. Those green eyes open, hazy with sleep and trust, and the second she registers me inside her, a tiny, relieved whimper slips out.
“Morning, little wife,” I murmur, voice gravel-rough. I don’t thrust. I just flex, letting her feel the way I’m pulsing, alive and claiming her from the inside. “You full of me?”
She nods, cheeks flushing, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead she snuggles in closer, forehead to my chest, and her inner walls give me a greedy little suckle like her cunt itself is trying to drink me down. “So full,” she whispers. “I can feel it leaking… but you’re still right there. Keeping me safe.”
My heart clenches hard. I slide one hand down to cup her ass, holding her pinned so I stay buried to the hilt. “That’s right, baby. I’m not going anywhere. This pussy is my home now. Every night. Every morning. Just like you asked.”
She shivers, but it’s the good kind—the kind that means the fear is loosening its grip. “Promise?” Her voice cracks just a little, theecho of Daryl’s hands still hiding in the question. “Promise you’ll sleep inside me every night? Even if I’m sore… even if I cry… just stay right here so I know I’m yours and he can’t ever touch me again?”
I kiss her slow and deep, rolling my hips in a lazy grind that makes her gasp into my mouth. “I swear it,” I growl against her lips. “I’ll breed this sweet cunt full every damn night and keep my cock right here while you sleep. You’ll wake up dripping with me and stretched around me. Safe. Claimed. Mine.”
Her eyes go glassy with relief and fresh heat. She rocks against me once, testing the stretch, and moans when I throb harder inside her.
“Then breed me again right now,” she says, shaking but certain. “Fill me up while you’re still inside me. Make me feel it all day.”
I don’t need telling twice. I roll her gently onto her back, keeping us locked together, and start fucking her slow and deep—filthy strokes that push my cum deeper while I whisper every promise she needs to hear.
She’s safe. She’s mine. And I’m never pulling out again.
Briar’s fingers reach for mine before I can move away.
I glance down at her. She doesn’t write. Doesn’t pull the pencil from the table. She just tugs—once—toward the door.
Outside.
I nod. “Alright. We’ll watch the sunset.”
The air hits cool when I push the door open. The last light is fading along the ridge, gold slipping into blue. I step out first, then hold the door while she follows, staying close enough that her shoulder brushes my back.
We don’t go far.
Just off the porch. Close enough to the cabin that I can feel it behind me. Far enough that the trees start to swallow the light.
I turn slightly toward her. “You alright, sweetheart?”
Before I can say more, a sharp crack echoes from the ridge outside. A branch snapping. Too heavy. Too deliberate.
Briar jerks, her entire body coiling tight against mine.
I rise in one motion, pulling her behind me, body going feral-fast.
“Briar,” I whisper, reaching for my knife. “Behind me.”
Another crack.
Voices.
Men.
And one voice I’d know even from the grave.
Daryl.
Briar clutches at my back as the voices get closer. Her breath shakes against my spine. I angle my body so she’s shielded, knife loose in my hand, blood already pounding in my ears.
