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Without another word, Vega lunged forward. He didn't ease in this time; he drove his thick, leaking dick deep inside me with one violent, punishing thrust that touched my cervix.

I let out a sharp, strangled scream, and my back arched off the bed as the sheer force of the impact rattled my entire frame. It wasn't the slow, loving pace from before. This was animalistic and demanding.

Vega didn't slow down. He began to fuck the absolute shit out of me. His hips slammed against me with rhythmic, brutal force. Every thrust was a heavy blow. The sound of our flesh colliding echoed through the room like a wet slap. He gripped my thighs tightly, and his fingers dug into my skin as he hammered into me, hitting my G-spot with relentless precision.

As he drove himself into me, his voice came out as a guttural snarl, punctuating each deep, punishing stroke. “Remember when you tried to break my ribs?” he groaned, slamming his pelvis hard against mine, forcing a loud moan from my lips.

He withdrew almost entirely before plunging back in. The friction sent sparks of intense pleasure and mild pain through me.

“Remember when you bit me? Remember how you kept fighting me?”

I was shaking, and my head tossed from side to side on the pillow. The confusion was gone, replaced by an overwhelming surge of arousal. Being claimed this way made my walls pulse and tighten around him.

“God!” I cried out. “Vega, please!”

“You thought you were so tough,” he chuckled darkly and the sound vibrated in his chest as he accelerated the pace. “Since you so tough, take this dick.”

He wasn't just fucking me; he was reclaiming every inch of me, reminding me exactly who I belonged to. He increased the intensity, his thrusts becoming shorter, faster, and more violent, driving me deeper into the mattress.

He watched my face, loving the way my eyes rolled back and my mouth hung open in a silent scream of pleasure. He was punishing me for the past, but the reward was the sheer, unadulterated ecstasy he was carving into my body. He continued to slam into me, his dick stretching me wide, filling me completely as he pushed me toward a shattering, inevitable climax.

After he came, neither of us moved away.

I traced his face while he looked down at me.

“What?” he asked.

I smiled weakly. “I’m happy.”

He bent down and kissed the tip of my nose. “Get used to it.”

I laughed softly, then pulled him down beside me.

For years, I’d believed family was something other people inherited. Love was something I watched from a distance, careful not to want too much because I was so used to being let down. But Vega had changed that. He hadn’t saved me by giving me a life. He reminded me that I still had one worth choosing. Then he stood beside me while I decided what I wanted it to become.

I wanted him.

I wanted our child.

I wanted the loud family that had already claimed my pregnancy as theirs and treated my future as something worth celebrating.

My life no longer felt borrowed or temporary.

It was mine.

And for the first time, it was filled with people who wanted to share it with me.

Vega pulled me closer and rested his hand over my stomach.

“I love both of y’all,” he murmured.

I covered his hand with mine. “We love you too.”

I had spent my whole life searching for somewhere I wouldn’t be sent away from.

In Vega’s arms, I finally stopped searching.

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