I buried myself to the hilt and roared as I came, flooding her womb with thick, hot, endless ropes of cum. Pulse after vicious pulse. I kept grinding deep, rolling my hips, making sure every drop stayed inside her fertile cunt.
Even after I finished, I stayed buried to the hilt, my cock still twitching and leaking inside her overflowing pussy. I leaned down and bit her neck hard enough to leave a dark mark, tasting the salt of her sweat on my tongue.
“Not done,” I rasped, voice wrecked with lust, already starting to move again. “I’m breeding you all night, little slut.”
I continued like that for what felt like hours, flipping her into every position, pounding her mercilessly, filling her again and again while whispering the most depraved, possessive breeding promises into her ear.
The room smelled of sex, sweat, and cum. Her screams turned hoarse. Her body trembled constantly. And through it all, I kept one hand on her belly, rubbing slow circles as I fucked load after load into her.
When we finally collapsed, I pulled her back against my chest, spooning her tightly without pulling out. My cock remained nestled deep inside her cum-drenched pussy, keeping my seed sealed where it belonged.
“Shh, easy, baby,” I murmured against her sweat-damp neck, pressing soft, almost tender kisses along the bite marks and bruises I’d left on her shoulder.
My hand stroked her lower belly in slow, possessive circles. “That’s it. Keep every drop of my cum inside you. Don’t let any of it waste. It’s all for your womb.”
Aurora was trembling, breathing hard, tears of overwhelming pleasure and exhaustion still slipping down her cheeks. I wrapped my powerful arms around her, holding her like she was the most precious thing in my dark world.
“You did so fucking good for me,” I praised quietly, my lips brushing her ear, voice rough but warm. “Such a perfect little slut, spreading your legs and letting me breed you raw like that. I can already feel how full you are. My thick cum is sitting right against your womb, troublemaker. It’s going to take. I can feel it. You’re going to look so beautiful carrying my baby.”
She whimpered softly, but pressed back against me, her smaller hand covering mine on her stomach.
I kissed the side of her head, nuzzling into her hair, inhaling her scent.
“When you’re pregnant with my child, I’m going to worship this body every single day. These perfect tits are going to get so full and heavy with milk for our baby. I’ll suck them while I fuck you slow and deep, keeping my cum plugged inside you. You’ll be so fucking beautiful, round and glowing, carrying the next Moretti heir. Everyone will know you belong to me.”
My voice dropped lower, darker, more obsessive.
“And if it doesn’t take tonight… I’ll do it again tomorrow. And the next day. And every day after that. I’ll keep you in this bed for weeks if I have to, legs spread wide, pumping load after hot load into this fertile little cunt until you’re swollen and heavy with my child. You’re never getting away from me now, Aurora. Not after I’ve claimed you so completely. You’re mine. Your womb is mine. Your future is mine.”
She shivered hard in my arms, but there was a small, exhausted, satisfied smile on her lips as she melted deeper into my embrace.
I smiled against her hair and rolled my hips slowly, pushing my still-hard cock deeper inside her, keeping my cum sealed tight where it belonged.
“Rest now, baby,” I whispered, voice laced with dark, scorching satisfaction and raw possession. “You’re going to need every ounce of strength. Because I’m nowhere near finished breeding you tonight… or any night after this.”
Chapter Eighteen: AURORA
Iwokeslowly,cocoonedinthe kind of warmth that felt dangerous. Black silk sheets clung to my bare skin like a lover’s hands, cool in some places, heated where my body had pressed against his all night.
The faint scent of Santino surrounded me. Dark spice, rain-soaked cedar, and that unmistakable masculine edge that made my pulse quicken even in sleep. For one hazy, treacherous second, I smiled.
My body ached in the most exquisite ways: a deep, delicious soreness between my thighs, faint bruises blooming on my hips like fingerprints claiming territory, the tender mark on my neck where his teeth had sunk in while he growled filthy promises against my skin.
I stretched lazily, muscles protesting with sweet satisfaction, my fingers trailing across the empty space beside me. The sheets were still slightly warm. He couldn’t have left long ago.
Part of me wanted to burrow deeper, to chase the ghost of his body and pretend this was normal. That waking up in the Devil’s bed felt like home.
Then my gaze drifted to the small marble trash can tucked beside the nightstand.
An unused condom, tied neatly and discarded, was sitting on top. Almost like he wanted me to see it.
The warmth evaporated. Ice flooded my veins, sharp and unforgiving. I sat up, sheets pooling around my waist, heart stuttering in my chest. The room looked the same, same dim morning light filtering through heavy curtains, the massive four-poster bed dominating the space, the faint scent of sex still lingering in the air…
But everything felt different now.
My mind replayed every raw, broken word he’d snarled against my throat last night.
I’m going to pump this tight little cunt so full of my cum it leaks out of you for days. You’re getting bred tonight, Aurora. I’m knocking you up.
