Breaths coming in short pants, she pushed at my shoulders. “Wait!”
Rearing back, I stared down at her. “Am I hurting you?”
“It’s”—she measured her words carefully—“intense, but that’s not the issue.”
My hair curtained us when I drew closer, rubbing my thumb across the curve of her cheekbone. “Then what is it?”
“I don’t”—Gemma’s eyes dipped down before returning to meet my gaze—“I don’t remember you putting on a condom.”
She was right. We were skin-to-skin.
Did I have a condom sitting inside my wallet? Yes.
Did I have even a fleeting thought about retrieving it? No.
Did I make it a habit to go bare? Absolutely not. This was the first time in my life I’d done so, which was probably why I was struggling to hold onto my control.
But this was Gemma—my forever. I didn’t want there to be any barriers between us when our bodies joined for the first time.
Nuzzling her nose, I promised, “I’m clean, baby. You don’t have to worry.”
“Sasha, I’m not on birth control,” she protested.
That unlocked something primal, deep within me. Visions of Gemma, belly swollen, carrying our child had me wanting to mark her, to claim her for all time.
I’d always known I wanted children. But buried deep inside the woman I planned to spend the rest of my life with, it became a compulsion.
Suddenly, nothing else mattered. I needed her pregnant. Now.
A relieved rush of air flew past her lips when my hips pulled back, but when I slammed home, the impact so forceful it shoved her up the bed, she screeched, “Sasha! Didn’t you hear me?”
I withdrew, leaving only the tip inside her before thrusting into her again, grinding when I bottomed out.
“I heard you.” Lust gripped me in a chokehold, and I couldn’t stop pounding into her.
There was a war raging in my brain. One half knew that I couldn’t do this without her consent, while the other could only focus on the vivid picture that had come to me with crystal clarity—a premonition of my future.
“Just let me feel you for a bit,” I begged, hips pistoning beyond my control, faster and faster.
“This is a bad idea.”
That was the last thing Gemma said before her eyes rolled back, and she succumbed to the pleasure of our bodies moving as one.
Before long, our skin was slick with sweat, my hair plastered to the sides of my face.
The moans coming from the woman beneath me were music to my ears, but I wanted to make her scream, to make her remember this night so she wouldn’t be able to live without me.
Widening my knees, I maneuvered her legs to rest on my shoulders before pressing down, folding her in half. In this position, she was pinned to the bed, at my mercy, and the change in angle was perfect to accomplish my goal.
Pressing down with my upper body, I kept her immobile, only pulling my hips back enough to slam into her with jarring strokes. It was a double whammy, the base of my cock rubbing along her clit with every thrust while the head of my cock acted as a battering ram on her G-spot.
“Sasha!” she cried out as I pummeled her pussy.
Anger surged in my veins.
Who the fuck is Sasha?
I took out my rage on her sweet body, ratcheting up my pace between her thighs, intent on punishing her for yelling another man’s name during sex.
