Chapter 38 Kat #2
“Mmm, yes, that’s my sweet little wife, taking anything she can get. You’re just desperate to be filled, aren’t you? It hurt so much when you were learning to take me, and now look at you. Always ready for me. Go ahead, Katarina. Take what’s yours.”
I’m lifted and placed on his cock, whining at the stretch like always. It’s too much and not enough all at once, and I brace my feet on his thighs to bounce. Throwing my head back, I ride, his hands on my waist holding me steady.
“What a sweet girl, milking my cock. You always spread so perfectly for me, Kitten. Your little body shouldn’t be able to take all of me, but you do, because you love me, hmm? You take the pain for me. Such a good girl,” he growls into my neck before biting, and I yelp, falling back against him.
He takes the chance to take over, thrusting up with my legs held wide over his forearms. He’s hitting the perfect spot inside to make me detonate, and it’s only a matter of time.
“Fuck yes, that’s my girl. Tell me what you want. You know I’ll give it to you.”
“I want your cum! Please, Daddy.” I sob, shaking with the pleasure that’s on the brink of hitting me head-on.
“Where do you want it?”
“Inside me!” I scream as I come, clenching around his girth and shaking with pleasure. I let myself collapse entirely into him, knowing that he can hold me up and use me without any strain.
“That’s right, Kitten. You want me to come inside, don’t you? You’re the only woman who’s ever gotten it there, and the only one who ever will. Look at me, Katarina,” he says.
I turn, eyes glassy, to try to focus on him above me.
“You want my cum to make me a baby, don’t you?
I know you do, darling. You’re the only one who’s ever deserved it.
Such a good girl, letting me use you like this because you love me.
Fuck. You can have it. You’ve earned it.
I love you too,” he whispers the last part, just for me, as he groans and fills me, staying as deep as he can.
Holding me tightly, he lifts me just enough to turn me to face him, holding me up to watch some of his cum leak out before plugging me back up with his still hard length.
I’m hoping we can go to bed soon because I’m so, so tired. But his voice is serious again, and when I look up there’s desperation in his eyes. .
“I need all of you, Katarina. Please say yes. Please,” he begs, and I know what he’s asking for. We’ve been working on it, and he always speaks of it with such reverence, knowing and owning every part of me.
I nod, and he pulls a small bottle out of the pants he’s still wearing.
Prepping me with his fingers first, I whine at the loss when he lifts me off his dick, then moan at the sensation of him positioning his head at my other entrance.
A pinch of pain and then he’s inside me, the final piece of me claimed as Henry Sinclair’s.
This time, he’s slower, barely advancing with each thrust, and the sensation is so overwhelming that I can feel myself shaking.
“Darling, it’s okay. You’re doing so well. Look at me, Katarina,” he whispers.
I do, and I see that I’m not the only one with tears in my eyes. His ferality is gone, replaced with tenderness as he sinks deeper and deeper inside me. The rage he was filled with earlier has subsided, and all that’s left is the man I adore.
“I’m yours,” I say, and his eyes close as he breathes out a heavy sob. Pressing kisses from his temple down underneath his ear, across his jaw, then capturing his lips, I feel him approaching his breaking point.
“I’m yours, I love you, I’m safe, and I’m not going anywhere. Let go for me, Henry. Come for me, please,” I whisper, and with a groan, he does.
He peppers kisses across my chest, then up my neck to my lips. After a moment, he gently pulls out of me, pulling me even closer and banding his arms around me like he’s never going to let me go.
“You don’t have to,” I say. “You never have to let me go, Henry. Actually, I’d say you’re stuck with me. Legally. I have the paperwork.”
With a watery chuckle, he pulls back to look at me. “I didn’t intend to say that out loud.”
Gazing into each other’s eyes, eventually we both realize the room is silent. He peeks over my shoulder, then looks at me again.
“Dead.”
Shrugging, I can’t find anything nice to say. “Good riddance.”
One more kiss and I’m up, being carried into the adjacent room where a bag has towels and a change of clothes for each of us. Giggling, the absurdity of the situation hits me all at once. Henry turns to look at me with a bemused expression, which just makes me laugh harder.
“I’m sorry, it’s just…” I wheeze. “What do you think pushed her over the edge? The breeding talk or when you…when you…” I can’t breathe, I’m laughing so hard. “When you put it in my ass!”
Sighing, he pulls a sweatshirt over my head before helping me into the pants and putting on my socks and shoes. I’ve rendered him speechless. But now that this is over, I do have one question.
“What’s going to happen to all this? Pretty sure we just left quite a bit of DNA evidence all over this crime scene,” I say, a little nervous now that I’ve said it out loud.
Henry finishes dressing himself and picks me up again.
“Well, darling, this is the type of thing your family excels at. Your father will arrange for a suicide-esque disposal of Linda, we’ll work with authorities to ensure families of her other victims know the truth and get closure, and Sasha will probably torch this place, if I had to guess,” he says matter-of-factly.
I blink, thinking again that I really don’t know too much about what the Taranov empire is about, before smiling.
It’s not my problem, and I don’t have to worry about any of that.
I have a husband, a Daddy, and I get to go home to my house, which is now safe, and spend time with my family, which keeps growing.
“Sounds perfect,” I say, because it does. “Let’s go home.”