The rhythm built slowly because she needed it, then deeper because she asked for it with her heels, her hands, her mouth opening against my throat. I watched every change in her face. The first flinch fading. The shock giving way. The heat rising.
When her body began to meet mine, I put my hand between us and found her clit.
She gasped. “Again?”
“Yes.”
“I can’t.”
“You can.”
“I hate that you know.”
I kissed her hard enough to swallow the next sound. “Then prove me wrong.”
Her laugh broke into a moan.
I fucked her deeper.
The word fit now. Not the auction’s clean lies. No contract language. No settlement. This was sweat and breath and her nails in my skin, her pussy taking me wetter with every thrust, her voice saying my name like accusation and need had become the same thing.
I kept my fingers on her clit.
Her body tightened around me.
“That’s it,” I said. “Take what you need from me.”
Her eyes opened.
I felt the moment she heard the difference.
Nadia held my face in both hands and kissed me like she was angry enough to survive wanting me.
Then she came again.
Her pussy clenched around my cock, and I had to stop moving or finish too soon. She shook under me, crying out into my mouth, her heels digging into my back as pleasure took her hard enough to pull tears from the corners of her eyes.
I kissed them away before I could think better of it.
She was still pulsing when I began to move again.
This time, I didn’t stay gentle.
She didn’t want glass. I would not give her glass.
I drove into her with controlled, deep thrusts that pushed her up the bed. Her breasts moved against my chest. Her hair spread over the pillow. Her mouth stayed open, sounds spilling out of her with no auction room to hear, no men watching, no price attached.
Only me.
Only her.
Only the first moment of the Sorin future I wanted with a woman who had chosen me while she was still angry.
“I’m going to fill you,” I said, voice rough. “Because you chose me. Because I want my son made in your body, not as a debt and not as a price. As my wife. My family. My future.”
Her eyes locked on mine.
She slid one hand down my chest, over my stomach, to where our bodies joined. Not shy now. Wondering. Claiming her own proof.
