Chapter 25 #2
I pushed the door open just enough to slip inside, the soft glow of the TV painting her face in warm light.
She looked up, and our eyes met—her gaze flickering from curiosity to something sharper, something aware.
My cock hardened at the sight, that tiny shift in her expression making the heat between us impossible to ignore.
“Hey,” she murmured, her voice soft, hesitant, but somehow laced with awareness.
I didn’t respond. I let the silence hang for just a heartbeat before moving, sliding onto the bed on top of her. The world seemed to shrink, the hum of the TV fading as I hovered over her, heat pooling low in my abdomen.
Then I closed the distance, crashing my lips against hers.
The kiss was urgent, claiming, and I felt the sharp spark of desire between us ignite instantly.
Her body stiffened for a fraction of a second—surprise, maybe—but then she melted against me, and the sound of her breath caught in her throat only made the need I had for her worse.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” I muttered between kisses, my lips pressing harder against hers, tasting and claiming. Her soft gasp against me sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn’t stop the low growl that escaped my throat.
I slid a hand under her shirt, feeling the warmth of her skin against my palm, the softness of her flesh under my fingertips.
She let out the sweetest whimper, the sound sending a jolt straight to my cock.
I ripped her shirt over her head, tossing it carelessly aside, and then slipped my fingers underneath her bra, feeling the soft skin of her breasts.
She gasped again as I traced tiny circles over her nipple, teasing and tantalizing, shaking with unspoken desire. I couldn’t wait any longer. Not when she was so close, so ready. With one swift move, I pushed up her skirt and slipped a hand between her warm thighs.
“You’re mine,” I murmured against her lips, my voice low and rough, letting the words brush over her like a promise. "Every inch of you.”
Tessa’s legs fell open immediately, welcoming me in. She was wet and ready for me, needy in a way that sent a thrill down my spine. Every stroke of my fingers against her clit sent a flash of pleasure through both of us, hot and intense.
God, I couldn’t wait to be inside her, get her pregnant with my child. I let out a low groan against her neck as I felt her tighten around my fingers, muscles fluttering with every touch. Goddamn it—I found myself on the edge of coming just from this, from her body responding to me like this.
I pulled back, lips nipping at her neck, and slipped off her underwear. She shivered with anticipation, fingers digging into my shoulders, urging me on. My cock ached, heavy and ready against my pants.
I peeled my shirt off slowly, deliberately, letting the fabric slide over my shoulders and fall to the floor.
My hands moved to the waistband of my pants, unbuttoning and sliding them down just enough to reveal the curve of my hips, all while keeping my gaze locked on her.
The quiet rustle of clothes and the heat of her eyes on me made every movement feel electric, every second stretching the tension between us until it was almost unbearable.
She whimpered as I pushed her legs open wide, spreading them for me. The head of my cock brushed against her entrance, and I groaned, feeling the slick heat of her against my skin. She was hot and ready for me, every nerve ending alive with need.
I pushed inside her, feeling her walls clench around me, tight and wet. For a moment, I stayed still, my cock sheathed in the ecstasy of her heat.
“I’m going to get you pregnant,” I murmured against her lips, my voice low, rough, and claiming. “That way, everyone will know you’re mine.”
“You… what?” she whispered, voice shaky.
I didn’t answer with words—just leaned closer, letting my lips brush her ear as I murmured again, low and deliberate, “Exactly what I said.”
She shivered at the sound, her hands trembling slightly as a flush crept across her cheeks. Confused, unsure, but undeniably turned on, and I could feel it in every small movement of her body pressed against mine.
I pulled out slowly, and then pushed back inside her, hitting that spot I knew made her see stars. Her gasp was loud, echoing in the room around us. I moved with a lethal grace, fucking her hard and fast, the smell of her arousal and need filling the space between us.
Tessa dug her nails into my shoulders again, fingers flexing as she responded to every thrust. God damn it, she was perfect. Every curve of her body against mine felt like heaven, every sound she made—whimpers and gasps—pulled me deeper into the sensation until I could barely think anymore.
“Say you’re mine,” I growled in her ear.
“I’m,” she panted, gasping for breath. “Yours.”
“Tell me you want my baby.”
Her eyes widened, but she nodded, her lips parting slightly. “I want your baby.”
Suddenly, she tensed underneath me, crying out, her body going rigid with pleasure. It triggered something primal inside me—the instinct to claim and mark my territory. With one swift motion, I bit down on her shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark.
Fuck. I couldn’t hold it back anymore. With a low groan, I came inside her, hips bucking and thrusting until I felt the heat of release pulsating through me. She clenched around me, milking every drop from me, fingers digging into my shoulders so hard it might have left bruises.
I stayed buried deep inside her, not willing to let a single drop of me escape.
The scent of sex clung to the air, thick and intoxicating, wrapping around us like a secret.
Her body was still trembling beneath mine, her skin hot and flushed, and the thought that she was filled with me—completely mine—made my grip on her tighten.
After a long moment, her voice broke the silence—soft, hesitant, but carrying that edge of curiosity I couldn’t ignore.
“Did you mean that?” she asked, her eyes searching mine in the dim light.
Her question lingered in the air, fragile but insistent. I tightened my hold on her, my lips brushing her temple as I breathed the truth against her skin.
“Yeah,” I said, voice low and steady. “I meant every word.”
Her breath caught, her body tensing beneath me, and I felt the shiver run through her. She didn’t answer right away, but the heat in her eyes told me she’d heard me—and that she wasn’t as afraid of it as she thought she should be.