“You were meant to be the mother of my children. Let us be a family, Bloom. Let’s get started on it right now. Tell me that’s what you want.”
“Yes,” I breathe, my lips falling atop his. “I need it, Rhydian. Need you inside me. Filling me with your seed. Get me pregnant. Make me yours.”
These are startling realizations but no less true. I’m twenty-seven years old. I know what I want and who I want it with. Dreams of my own family seemed unrealistic not that long ago, but with Rhydian I’m more certain than ever they can be mine.
His family was stolen from him, and he’s been left to rot in the shadow of his loss. I want to give him a place to belong. By my side and in my heart. To bring forth a child that is the product of us both.
Rhydian snarls as his mouth comes down on mine.
I absorb the ferocity of his kiss with a whimper. This acknowledgment of our mutual desire has unleashed him. The timid, shy male I found is gone. He kisses me back expertly. Demanding with each push and pull that I yield to him completely.
My submission comes easy as I give myself over to his dominance.
Rhydian rises with me in his arms as he walks me towards the counter. My ass lands on the wooden surface as his tongueslicks into my mouth. His hard cock presses between our bodies. Flour coats the air as I writhe atop the surface.
Strong hands fall to the neckline of my shift. With a sharp tear, the garment falls into two halves, bearing me completely. Rhydian snarls, more beast than man. His lips leave my mouth to taste down the front of my body. He nips at my collarbone and suckles both of my nipples until they are twin tight peaks.
Nuzzling into the slope of my stomach, he leaves behind bite marks to match the fingertip bruises of his commanding grip. I wear them with pride. Loving how he loses control with his need for me.
“Open your legs, Bloom,” he growls. “Let me see what only I get to have.”
I do as he says.
Propping my feet atop the counter, I knock over the dirty mixing bowl. It cracks on the floor, but we pay it no mind. Falling to his knees, Rhydian buries his snout against my heated center.
His large palm falls to the bulge in his pants as he roughly squeezes his straining cock.
It should be my hand on him. Teasing him, taking him into my mouth to pleasure him. I will soon enough. I need his cock inside me before I die from longing.
“So pretty and pink. Wet and tight.” His tongue glides up my slit as my head falls back against the cupboard. “All mine. Mine to lick, mine to guard, mine tofuck.”
“I didn’t know you had such a d—dirty mouth,” I moan.
“Do you like it, Bloom? Like the way I speak to you?”
“Yes.”
“You’re not blushing now. Good. A queen need not blush as she commands her subjects. I may be a monster, but you control me. My heart beats for you. My cock grows hard for you.”
“Rhydian.” His words make me dizzy with lust.
“You are mine, and I am yours.” He licks his lips. “Let me taste your sweetness before I stuff you full of my cock.”
His mouth parts my folds as he feasts from my pussy.
Pleasure radiates through my body as his lips latch onto my clit. I writhe and moan as he works me. The air is perfumed with my arousal. I rub myself on his face, using his snout to grind for more pleasure.
Rhydian pulls back and spits onto my pussy. His saliva collects at my entrance as he spears a finger inside me. The stretch of one finger is decadent. I don’t know how I’ll withstand his cock, but I'm more than willing to try.
“Rhydian, please. More.”
“My greedy girl with her perfect pussy. Sent to torment me. I’ll never stop craving it—craving you.”
“Make me come, Rhy. Please, please!”
Rhydian renews his efforts as he slides a second finger into me. They pump deep as he works my clit. Sloppy wet sounds echo from between my thighs as he fucks me with his hand. I meet each curl of his fingers, sucking them in deeper.
My peak looms ahead.
