For a long moment, we lay tangled together, trying to catch our breath. His weight settled over me, solid and warm and strangely comforting. My fingers carded through his sweat-damp hair.
“Leo…” I started, but I wasn't sure what to say.
He pushed himself up on one elbow, still inside me. His expression was serious. Dark. Possessive. Something unreadable flickered in his depths.
“We’re not stopping,” he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my chest.
“What?”
He shifted slightly, already hardening again inside me. The new sensation sent a jolt of pleasure-pain through my oversensitive body.
“I told you,” he continued, his gaze intense. “I want everything with you.” He leaned down, lips brushing against my ear. “And I’m going to take it. Again and again. Until there’s no doubt in your mind who you belong to. And that you're pregnant with my child.”
My breath hitched. His words were a threat. A promise. A brand. “Leo, you’re hurt..."
"Not hurt enough to keep me off my wife," he smirked. "You want it, don't you, baby? You want my thick cock exploding deep inside you, filling you with all that warm baby batter."
I shivered, an involuntary response to the raw, primal hunger in his tone. “Yes,” I breathed, the admission barely audible. “I want it.”
A dark satisfaction settled over his features. He shifted again, this time withdrawing almost completely before thrusting back in hard. I cried out, the sudden movement sending sparks through me.
“Say it,” he commanded, his voice rough with authority. “Say you want me to breed you.”
“Breed me,” I whispered, the words foreign and exhilarating on my tongue.
His answering smile was feral. “That’s my girl.” He started moving again, a punishing rhythm that left me breathless. Each thrust was deep. Hard. Possessive. A claiming. He was marking me from the inside out.
“You’ll look so beautiful swollen with my child,” he growled, one hand splayed across my stomach possessively. “Everyone will know. Will see you carry my legacy. See what I’ve done to you.”
His words were filth. Poison. The most intoxicating thing I’d ever heard. I arched against him, meeting him thrust for thrust, desperate for more. For everything. This was a different kind of surrender. Not born of fear, but of a desperate, aching need.
“I want to see it,” he continued, his pace quickening. “Want to watch your belly grow with our child. Know I put it there.”
“Leo,” I whimpered, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
“Gonna fill you up so good, baby,” he grunted, driving into me with brutal force. “Gonna make sure it takes. Keep you here, in my bed, tied to my cock until you’re dripping with me. Until you can’t remember a time when you weren’t mine. When your womb wasn’t full of me.”
He shifted slightly, changing the angle, and hit that spot deep inside me that made me see stars. I screamed, my bodyconvulsing around him as another orgasm ripped through me. The intensity was overwhelming, stealing my breath and my thoughts, leaving me a quivering mess beneath him.
But he didn’t stop. He rode out my pleasure, his own control beginning to fray at the edges. His movements became erratic, more forceful.
“Leo,” I gasped, my hands tangling in the sheets, trying to anchor myself against the onslaught of sensation.
“Almost there, baby,” he panted, his hips snapping against mine. “Gonna pump you so full of me. Gonna make sure you’re well and truly bred.”
His final thrust was so powerful it sent me sliding up the bed. He buried himself deep inside me, a hoarse cry tearing from his throat as he emptied himself into me. I could feel it, the pulsing heat, the sheer volume of him flooding my insides. The thought sent another shudder of pleasure through me.
He collapsed on top of me, his full weight pressing me into the mattress, his face buried in the crook of my neck. We were both panting, our bodies slick with sweat, the room heavy with the scent of sex and rain.
For a long moment, we lay tangled together, a mess of limbs and ragged breaths. The only sounds were our heartbeats and the relentless tap of rain against the windows.
Leo’s breathing was ragged against my ear. He didn’t move, didn’t pull out. Just stayed inside me, a heavy, possessive weight. His arm tightened around my waist, anchoring me to him.
“Mine,” he murmured, the word a raw, guttural sound against my skin. “You’re mine, Chiara.”
I didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Words were useless here. Instead, I turned my head, my lips finding the tense line of his jaw. I kissed him there, a soft, open-mouthed press of skin against skin.
He finally pulled back just enough to look at me. His eyes were dark, turbulent pools of emotion. Not the cold, calculating gaze of the monster I’d first met, but something deeper. Something that looked terrifyingly like need.
