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I erupt for him, cunt spasming, hot gushes of fluid soaking his groin and drenching the sheets below. Waves of ecstasy pulse through every nerve, leaving me shaking, vision blurring.

He doesn’t relent, flipping us briefly so his weight pins me, cock still embedded deep. “Soaking me the way you just did, that has me damn near feral for you,” he growls against my ear, his breath hot and ragged. Then he takes full control, pinning my wrists above my head with one massive hand, his body slamming down to trap me against the mattress.

“You love this, don’t you?” He pounds into me without mercy, his hips snapping forward with savage force, driving into my still spasming warmth over and over.

“Oh gods, Alex. Please,” I cry out between moans, my body trembling as the pleasure borders on pain.

I writhe beneath him, legs wrapping around his waist, heels digging in to pull him deeper. His free hand grips my thigh, hiking it higher to open me wider, his cock hitting angles that make stars burst behind my eyelids, my walls clenching greedily around every thick drag of him.

Sweat drips from his brow onto my heaving breasts, and he leans down to capture a nipple between his teeth, biting hard enough to make me cry out, the pain sharpening the pleasure coiling anew in my core.

“You’re mine now, Rosie—all mine to take whenever I want,” he snarls, releasing my wrists to grab my hips, angling me up so he can ram even deeper. The room fills with the obscene sounds of our joining—skin smacking skin, my slick cunt sucking him in, his grunts mixing with my whimpers. I urge him on as the tension builds again, my body surrendering completely to his dominance.

“Fill me,” I beg, the words dissolving into moans. “Alex, give it to me, give me yer cum.” The words undo him.

He lets out a helpless little curse under his breath before feral sounds tear from him as he drives into me like a man trying to make a home of my body. When release takes him, it does so completely—turning every thrust ragged, every breath reverent, every touch into a promise too desperate to be spoken aloud. He holds himself inside, giving me every drop of his spend.

Then the strength goes out of him.

He folds over me, trembling, and gathers me close as he falls to his back. I rest against his heaving chest while his hand moves slowly over my back, tender where moments ago he was all urgency. Around us, the cabin is dim and close, our clothes scattered across the floor like the remnants of some beautiful undoing. The air is heavy with the scent of our joining.

For one suspended, aching moment, it feels as though forever has found us here.

Later, I’m tangled in the sheets with Alex, half sprawled across his chest, my fingers tracing lazy circles over his skin while we laugh over nothing at all.

The room is warm, and for a little while longer, I get to let myself pretend there’s nothing waiting outside this bed but more of him.

“Does this mean you’ll be expecting a ring now?”

I jerk upright so fast the sheets tangle round my legs.

He laughs, full and warm.

I draw back a fist like I might actually hit him, but I don’t get the chance to even throw it. His hands catch at my waist, and in one smooth movement, he flips me onto my back beneath him.

A startled laugh escapes me, but it vanishes into his mouth when he kisses me. It’s not a teasing kiss. It’s deep and claiming and full of that bone-deep certainty he carries around like a suit of armour. By the time he pulls back, I’m breathless all over again.

“I jest, Rosie,” he murmurs, though there’s still laughter in his voice. Then his expression shifts, and something in my chest does the same. “About the timing, anyway.”

I blink up at him.

His hand slides into my hair, gentler now.

“I’m coming back with a ring,” he says. “And we’re getting married. That much is settled.”

A disbelieving laugh slips out of me. “Settled by who?”

“Me… well, us about two orgasms ago,” he says at once, and I laugh harder.

He dips his head, brushing his nose against mine, and when he speaks again, there’s enough conviction in his voice to make my heart stumble.

“You won’t sleep in another man’s bed so long as you live,” he says softly. “And I mean to fill your life with so much of me, you’ll never be rid of me again.”

Heat climbs straight into my face.

“Alex—”

“And,” he adds, that wicked mouth of his curling even more, “if all has gone especially well tonight, I may already have made a strong start on giving you my babies.”