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My thrusts were deep and had her crying out with every stroke. I pinned her wrists above her head, grinding against her with every pump of my hips.
“Mine,” I snarled against her mouth. “You’re mine now. Say it.”
“Yours,” she choked out.
“That’s right. My good girl. Gonna put a baby in you. Breed you. Fill that pretty belly with my kid.”
Her breath hitched and her whole body arched under me, caught in some perfect storm of pleasure and surrender.
“You like that, don’t you?” I rasped, gripping her thigh and hiking it higher. “Like knowing I’m gonna fill you up. That I want you knocked up with my kid. My baby in your belly so every motherfucker knows you belong to me.”
Her inner muscles spasmed, and she moaned.
“You want it?” I demanded, my hips pounding into her faster now. “Want me to come inside you? Breed you?”
“Yes,” she whimpered. “Callum, please.”
I fucked her harder, my hips slamming against hers as I drove deep again and again, claiming her body in every way I knew how. Her nails dug into my back. Her moans turned desperate.
She screamed my name, and her eyes rolled back as her orgasm hit her hard. Her pussy clenched so tight I nearly saw stars.
The sounds of her pleasure sent me into a frenzy. My rhythm turned brutal, slamming into her again and again. Her moans blended with the slap of skin and the growl in my throat.
“One more,” I demanded. “Want this pussy to take every last drop.”
That was all it took to send her over the edge again, calling my name as she spasmed around me.
That was it. All I could take.
“Fuck, Gemma,” I grunted. “I’m gonna come.”
I grabbed her hips and pinned her down, before I drove into her one last time and exploded with a roar. I buried myself to the root as I spilled deep inside her, my entire body shuddering,my hips jerking as I emptied everything I had into her tight little pussy.
“Take it,” I grunted. “Take every drop, Gemma. That’s my seed in you now. My mark. You’re mine. Stamped. Owned. Bred.”
She whimpered, clinging to me, and I held her tight through every aftershock.
When it was over, I collapsed on top of her, caging her with my arms, careful not to crush her. She was panting, her body slick with sweat, and her eyes dazed.
I kissed her slowly, then brushed her damp hair back from her face and whispered things I never thought I’d say.
“Perfect. You’re so perfect, baby. So good. So sweet. So mine.”
She shuddered and held me tighter against her.
“You okay, baby?” I murmured, cupping her cheek with one hand.
She nodded weakly, a soft smile curving her lips. “That was…more than okay.”
“Damn fucking right it was,” I grunted, making her giggle, which made me smile.
I eased out of her slowly, then scooped her up and rolled us onto our sides, pulling the blanket up over us. She curled into me immediately, her head on my chest, hand over my heart as her breathing turned steady, and she drifted off.
I held her, one hand stroking her back, the other tangling in her hair. I lay there for a long time just staring at the woman who’d turned my world inside out. She was the future I’d never wanted. Until now.
She didn’t know it yet, but I was already gone for her.
In too deep. Obsessed. In love.
