Page 334 of A Vicious Love

Her lips trembled. “I want you to.”

“Want what?”

She swallowed, eyes locked on mine. “Please daddy, fill me up.”

My control nearly broke clean through.

I kissed her, rougher than before, then held still inside her for one dangerous second. “I’m going to give it to you tonight because you asked so sweetly. But one day, when we’re ready for children…” My voice went darker, pulled from some primitive place I had no interest in civilizing. “I’m going to breed you properly.”

Her breath stopped.

I moved again, letting her feel every inch while I spoke against her mouth.

“Every day, baby. Over and over. In our bed. In the shower. Before I leave for work. When I come home. I’ll keep filling you until your body takes me, until you’re pregnant with my child, and then I’ll spend months worshipping every inch of you for carrying what I put there.”

She made a broken sound and tightened around me so hard I had to pause.

“I’d love that, Daddy.” she whispered,

Everything in me stopped.

Then snapped.

I kissed her as my hips started moving again, no longer able to keep the rhythm as slow as before.

“Jesus, my baby do fucking desperate to have my come.”

Possessive. Consuming. My fingers circled her clit in time with every stroke, and her body took it, shaking beneath me, legs locked around my waist as if she wanted exactly what she had just said.

She’d love it.

My baby would love it.

I could see it too clearly: Sienna in my house, my ring on her finger, my child beneath her heart, her body round and soft from me. Mine in every legal, sacred, filthy way a woman could be mine.

The thought ruined me.

“You’re going to make me come,” I told her, voice rough against her lips. “Keep looking at me.”

Her eyes fought to stay open.

“That’s it. Good girl. Let me see you.”

She trembled harder. Her body had started climbing again, pulled by my hand, my cock. I felt the first tight warning flutter and knew she was close.

“Come with me,” I said. “Come on my cock again while I fill you.”

Her mouth opened, but the denial fell apart when I pressed deeper and stroked my fingers exactly where she needed.

She broke.

Her orgasm hit with a soft cry, her body locking around mine in tight, helpless pulses. It dragged me straight over the edge. I thrust once, twice, buried myself deep, and came inside her with a sound I couldn’t swallow.

Pleasure tore through me.

My hips pressed flush to hers while I filled her, every pulse of my release spilling into her body as she shook beneath me. I held her there, one arm under her back, the other braced beside her head, keeping her close while my body emptied into hers and my mind went white around one thought.

Mine.