Renat
I stay buried inside her, feeling her walls flutter around me with aftershocks, and something primal roars to life in my chest.
“Fuck I’ve never felt like this before,” I manage between trying to catch my breath. “You gave yourself to me—” I trail off as my cock twitches violently and she yelps.
Ava's eyes are closed, a small frown line appearing between her brows, her chest heaving, her skin flushed and damp with sweat. Beautiful. Destroyed. Perfect.
I press deeper, making sure she feels every inch of me still inside her.
Her eyes fly open with a gasp.
"Renat—"
"Shh." I cup her face with one hand while the other slides down her body to splay across her flat stomach. Right where my child could be growing. Right where I want my mark on her to be permanent and undeniable. "I'm not done with you yet."
She trembles beneath me, still sensitive, still riding those aftershocks. "I can't… It's too much—"
"You can." I rock my hips slightly, just enough to make her whimper. "Your body was made for this. Made for me."
My hand presses down on her belly, possessive and dark. I imagine it swollen with my child. Imagine her trapped not just by circumstance but by biology, by the life I put inside her.
The thought makes me solid again, still buried in her warmth.
"Do you feel that?" I ask, my voice rough. "Do you feel how perfectly you fit around me?"
She nods, her hands coming up to grip my shoulders. Not pushing me away. Holding on.
"I'm going to keep you full of me," I tell her, my thumb stroking her stomach. "Going to fuck you every day until your body has no choice but to accept what I'm giving you. Do you understand what I'm saying, milaya?"
Her breath hitches. "I…"
"Say you understand." I pull out slightly and thrust back in, making her cry out. "Say you know what I want."
"You want to…" She can't finish the sentence. Can't say the words.
So I say them for her.
"I want to breed you." The words come out dark, possessive, absolutely filthy. "I want to fill this perfect body with my child. Want to watch your belly grow round with my baby. Want everyone who looks at you to know exactly who you belong to forever."
Her walls clench around me as she bows off the bed.
"You like that," I observe, starting to move again. Slow, deep strokes. "You like the idea of me putting my baby inside you."
"I don’t know," she gasps. "It's insane, we just met, I'm not…"
"You're not on birth control." I knew this from my surveillance. Knew she couldn't afford it. "You're fertile. Unprotected. And I just came inside you."
Another full-body shudder runs through her. She's close again, I can tell.
"Tell me you want it," I demand, increasing my pace. "Tell me you want me to breed you like you were born for it."
"God, Renat…"
"Say it." I'm relentless, driving into her harder now. "Say you want my baby."
"I want it," she finally sobs. "I want…Oh God, I want everything you're giving me."
She comes again, her back arching off the bed, my name a scream on her lips. I follow her over the edge, spilling deep inside her for the second time, making sure every drop stays where it belongs.
When the pleasure finally subsides, I collapse on top of her, careful to keep most of my weight on my forearms. She's shaking, overwhelmed, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.
I kiss them away, gentler now.
"Shh, milaya. I've got you."
"That was..." She can't finish. Just lies there trembling while I stroke her hair.
"Too much?" I ask, though I'm not sorry. Can't be sorry when she's lying beneath me, full of my cum, looking thoroughly claimed.
"No." Her voice is small. "Perfect. It was perfect."
Something in my chest cracks open. Something that feels dangerously close to tenderness.
I finally pull out, watching as my release starts to leak from her. The sight is primal, satisfying in a way that makes me want to push it back inside, to make sure it takes.
Lowering myself, I take in the
Instead, I shift to lie beside her, pulling her against my chest. She comes willingly, curling into me like I'm safety instead of danger.
"Don't move," I order, my hand returning to her stomach. "Keep it inside."
She makes a soft sound of embarrassment. "Renat..."
"I'm serious." My hand strokes her belly possessively. "I want my child growing here. Want to see proof that you're mine in a way no one can deny."
"What if I don't get pregnant?"
"Then I'll keep trying." I press a kiss to her shoulder. "Every night. Multiple times. Until you're so full of me that pregnancy is inevitable."
She shivers, and I feel her thighs press together.
"This is madness," she whispers.
"Yes." I don't deny it. "But you chose that madness with me. You took me inside your body. Begged me to give you what you needed. And now you'll carry the consequences."
"I shouldn’t be here."
"But you are." I can feel her heartbeat, rapid with exertion and arousal. "You like being claimed. Like knowing I'll protect you and provide for you. Like the idea of belonging to me completely."
She doesn't answer, but she doesn't have to. Her body tells me everything I need to know.
I pull the sheet over us, keeping her tucked against me. My hand stays on her stomach, a constant reminder of what I want. What I intend to have.
"Sleep," I murmur into her hair. "Tomorrow will be difficult. You'll need your strength."
"I can't sleep like this. I'm too—" She squirms slightly. "Too aware."
"Good." I tighten my grip. "I want you aware. Want you feeling me even when I'm not inside you. Want you unable to think about anything except what we just did and what I'm going to do to you again."
Her breath catches. "Again?"
"Again and again and again." I nip at her earlobe. "You're mine now, Ava. Completely. And I'm going to make sure every part of you knows it."
She turns in my arms to face me, her expression serious. "What if my father doesn't come for me? What if he's really gone?"
"Then I'll hunt him down myself. But it won't change what you are to me."