"Told you. Been wanting you since the moment I saw you. Once isn't nearly enough." I rolled her beneath me again. "Spread those pretty legs for me. Time for round two. I want you feeling me for days." I notched myself at her entrance again, still slick with my cum. "Want you walking bow-legged tomorrow, remembering exactly who you belong to."
I pushed inside in one smooth stroke, and she cried out.
"Too much?" I asked, holding still.
"No. God, no. More. Please more."
This time I took her slower, letting her feel every inch as I claimed her again. Let her feel the drag and pull, the way her body opened for mine, the way we fit together like we'd been made for this.
"Never felt anything like this," I groaned. "So perfect. Like you were made for my cock."
"Maybe I was," she gasped. "Maybe I was made for you."
The words hit me like a fist to the chest. "Say that again."
"Maybe I was made for you." Her eyes met mine, serious despite the pleasure. "Maybe this is what I've been looking for. What I've been missing. You."
I claimed her mouth in a kiss that was more promise than passion. I felt her building again, felt her body starting to tighten around me. "That's it, baby. Come for me again. Show me this pussy knows who it belongs to."
She came with a cry, and I followed her, filling her again with my seed.
"Gonna keep you full of me," I murmured against her neck as we came down together. "Gonna fill you every chance I get until my baby takes root inside you."
"Sam—"
"You want that? Want to carry my child?"
"Yes," she admitted. "I know it's crazy, but yes. I want everything with you."
I rolled us again so she was on top this time, straddling me with my cock still inside her.
"Then you're getting everything," I promised. "Every fucking thing, Jess. Starting right now."
Chapter 7
Jess
For a moment—one perfect, crystalline moment—I forgot about the storm. Forgot about the terror of being lost. Forgot about everything except the feeling of being held by this man who'd risked his life to find me. Then reality crashed back in, and with it, the full awareness of what we'd done last night.
Multiple times.
Memories tumbled together: his desperate claiming in the sleeping bag, the way he'd taken me again and again, each time more possessive than the last. The things he'd said and the promises he'd made about breeding me, keeping me, making me his forever.
The things I'dagreedto while he was buried inside me.
Oh God.
"Stop thinking so loud," Sam murmured against my neck, his voice gruff with sleep. "I can hear your brain spinning from here."
"I'm not."
"You are." His arm tightened, pulling me more firmly against his chest. "You're already trying to logic your way out of this. Convince yourself it was just survival instincts or adrenaline or whatever excuse your lawyer brain is cooking up."
He knew me too well. Had learned to read me too quickly. "Look at me, Jess."
I turned in his arms. He saw straight through every defense I tried to build.
"This wasn't just survival," he said, his hand coming up to cup my face. "This wasn't adrenaline or fear or temporary insanity. This was me claiming what's mine. And youlettingme. Because you know you're mine just as much as I know I'm yours."
