My jaw is achy and relieved all at once.
“Tell me you’re sorry.” He runs two fingers through my wetness, pausing at my entrance.
“I’m sor-ry.” The end of my apology comes out as a gasp when he shoves his fingers inside me.
He curls them injustthe right way, and I feel like I might explode out of my skin on the spot.
“Tell me you trust me.” He pauses his movement.
“I trust you.” I am pretty sure I’ll tell him whatever he wants to hear at this point.
Unfortunately for my dumb ass, I think I might actually mean it.
He pulls his fingers out and my hips follow his hand, begging him not to go. I tilt my head and watch as he unzips his pants and fists his thick cock before notching it at my entrance.
“Thank me for taking care of you, morte mea.” He slips just the head inside.
“Thank you,” I pant. I attempt to move my ass backwards to try and take more of him, but his other hand on my lower back keeps me in place.
“Thank youwhat?”
The wordsfuck youare on the tip of my tongue, but I decide I’ll tell him again later. “For taking care of me.”
He shoves into me, and gives me no time at all to adjust to his size.
He slides one hand into my hair and the other flattens over my stomach. I wonder if he can feel how full I am of him as he fucks me relentlessly into the couch.
“No one,” he pants. “Willevertake care of you like I do.”
His movements become erratic, like he’s losing a grip on the small amount of control he had left.
“No one will ever lo—” his pelvis goes flush with my ass, his words cutting off as he fills me to the brim.
I nearly come from the thought of how undone he becomes for me, but something I only had a fleeting thought of before this moment enters my mind and panic swells inside me.
“Ezra.”
His big body covers mine as he slumps over me, his cock still buried deep inside me.
“Ezra.”
The panic in my voice finally breaks through the daze he’s in. “Mmm?”
Kind of.
“I haven’t taken my birth control since the day before I was kidnapped.”
He stiffens, the realization sinking in for both of us.
How could I be so fuckingstupid?
I guess with everything else that’s happened, it was the least of my concerns.
In addition to that, it’s not like I thought we were really going on a fuck-filled vacation.
And yet, here we are.
He relaxes as quickly as he stilled, adjusting us both so he can brush my hair from my face and kiss along my jawline. I almost forget what I was saying untilhesays, “What if I told you I’m not interested in stopping until I know it worked? Would you have a problem with that or would you still beg me for more?”
