“Like what you see?” He smirks.
My eyes lift to his. “Yes.”
His eyes darken as he pulls off his jeans and boxers.
I scooch up the bed as my eyes take in every naked inch of him. Saliva pools in my mouth at the sight.
Putting a knee to the mattress, he climbs up until he’s looming over me, all raw power and barely leashed control. “You sure about this?”
“Yes,” I breathe, reaching for him, needing to feel him inside me.
Klutch catches my wrists in one of his large hands and pins them above my head as he settles between my thighs. Pain shoots through my ribs but I grit my teeth and ignore it. I need this–need him.
With a growl his other hand grabs onto my panties and tears them away.
“Look at me,” he demands as he positions himself at my entrance. “I want to see your eyes when I take what’s mine.”
I hold his stare as he surges inside me in one powerful thrust.
“Yes!” The burn, the feel of him filling me—it pushes everything else away. There’s only this moment, only the two of us joined together as one.
“This pussy is mine,” he growls, pulling out only to slam back in. “Your body is mine. Your heart is mine. You belong to me, Blue, and the devil himself couldn’t take you from me.”
His possessive words wash over me, and instead of feeling afraid, I feel cherished. Protected. Loved.
“I love you,” the confession falls from my lips before I can stop it.
Klutch stills, his eyes widening at my declaration. Then something shifts and his expression softens. He releases my hands and cups my face, his movements becoming slower, more deliberate.
“Say it again,” he demands, but there’s a vulnerability in his voice now.
“I love you,” I repeat, threading my fingers through his hair.
“Christ, Blue,” he groans, pressing his forehead to mine. “I love you too. So fucking much it should scare me.”
His hips move in a gentler rhythm now, making love to me rather than fucking me. Every thrust, every touch feels like a promise.
“You’re everything,” he murmurs against my lips. “Everything I never knew I needed.”
The tension builds low in my belly, coiling tighter with each stroke. When his hand slips between us to circle my clit, I shatter, crying out his name as flashes of light dance behind my eyelids.
Klutch’s hips pick up speed as he chases his own release. He slams inside me once, twice, and again, until finally he’s groaning out my name as he comes inside me.
“You forgot again,” I say, struggling to catch my breath as his body hovers on top of mine. This isn’t the first time he’s forgotten to wear a condom.
I feel his lips press against my neck a second before he pulls out and rolls us both over until I’m draped across his chest. “I told you.” His head dips so he’s looking into my eyes. “If you get pregnant. We’ll deal with it.”
I trace the tattoo over his peck. “We’re too young for a kid.”
His body shakes as he chuckles. “I’m twenty-eight, baby. I’m not too young for a kid.”
Lifting my face to meet his stare, I ask, “Is that something you want? Kids, I mean?”
His honey brown eyes search mine. “With you? Yeah.”
My brows go up. We’re so new, this isn’t the kind of stuff we’ve been talking about. Favorite color? Band? Yeah. But kids and the future? Not so much. “You want them now?”
“I mean, if you want to give me babies soon, then fuck yes. But if you want to wait, I can live with that too. I just want you, Blue. And anything else you give me is icing on the cake.” His face turns thoughtful before he speaks again. “We should probably start looking for a place of our own before we decide on kids, yeah?”
