Chapter 28 #2
I break the kiss, breathing hard. "I want you to have all of me. Every part. No more holding back. No more walls."
"Seraphina—" His voice is wrecked but there’s anticipation in his tone.
"I want you to take me." I turn around, bending slightly, hands braced on my vanity. Looking at him over my shoulder. "Everywhere. Every way. I want you to claim every part of me until there's nothing left that isn't yours."
Understanding dawns in his eyes. Then heat. Dark, possessive heat.
"Do you understand what you're asking for?"
"Yes."
"If I do this—" His hands find my hips. He pushes up my dress, exposing me. "If I take you there—there's no going back. I'll have had you everywhere. Claimed every inch of you. There won't be anywhere I haven't been."
"Good." I hold his gaze in the mirror above the dresser. "That's what I want. To be completely yours. No more barriers. No more holding back. Take me, Adrian. All of me."
His control snaps.
He's on me in seconds, hands working my clothes off with frantic efficiency. My dress. My underwear. Everything gone until I'm naked from the waist down, bent over the vanity watching him in the mirror.
"You're sure?" He's behind me, hands stroking my ass, my thighs. "Because once I do this—"
"I'm sure." I push back against him. "I need this. Need you to take everything."
He makes a sound that's almost a growl. Then I hear him moving, getting supplies from the nightstand.
"Spread your legs," he orders. "And don't move."
I do, bracing myself against the dresser. Watching in the mirror as he kneels behind me.
The first touch of his finger, slick with lube, makes me gasp.
"Breathe," he murmurs. "Just breathe. I've got you." He’s tasted me there before but that’s it. And despite how I presented to him, I’m nervous.
He works me carefully. One finger. He presses it inside, wiggling a bit. “How does that feel?”
“Good,” I breath out. His thumb presses against my clit, and I jump.
“Fuck,” he murmurs. “You’re so sensitive.”
He adds a second finger, his thumb distracting me with small circles against my bundle of nerves. “It’s the pregnancy,” I moan. “Increased blood flow.”
His fingers are stretching. Preparing.
"That's it," he encourages, as I quiver. "You're doing so good. Taking me so well."
"Adrian—" I feel like I’m going to burst. “I want—"
"I know. I know, baby. Almost ready." He adds more lube, his fingers working deeper, and I'm panting now, caught between pleasure and pressure and the sheer overwhelming intimacy of it.
"I'm ready," I gasp. "Please. I need—"
"Not yet." He's relentless, preparing me thoroughly, making sure I can take him. “Remember,” he presses a kiss to my shoulder. “I own you. You’ll have me when I say.”
He continues thrusting inside of me while lazily stroking my clit, and I’m stuck somewhere between heaven and hell.
By the time he finally withdraws his fingers, I'm desperate. Aching. Ready.
I hear the sound of his belt. His zipper. Then he's behind me, the head of his cock pressing against me.
"Last chance," he says. "Tell me to stop and I will."
"Don't stop." I meet his eyes in the mirror. "Take me. Make me yours. Completely."
He pushes forward slowly, and I feel the stretch, the burn, the intense pressure as he breaches me.
"Fuck," he groans. "Seraphina. You feel—fuck—"
It hurts. But it's also cathartic. Like I'm giving him the last piece of myself. The last barrier. The last wall.
"More," I gasp. "I can take it. I want it."
He pushes deeper, inch by inch, giving me time to adjust. His hand is still between my legs, stroking me, keeping pleasure mixed with the intensity.
"Look at you," he growls. "Taking my cock in your ass like you were made for it. So fucking perfect. So fucking mine."
"Yes," I moan. "Yours. All yours." He’s big in my ass, and I can feel every single inch of his cock, but I want it. The burn mixed with the pleasure is heady, and my need to cum is intense.
He bottoms out, and we both groan. The fullness is overwhelming. Intense. I feel claimed in a way I never have before.
"I'm going to move now," he warns. "Tell me if it's too much."
I push back against him. "Fuck me, Adrian. Claim me. Show me I'm yours."
He starts to move, slow and careful at first. But as my body adjusts, as the pain transforms into something else entirely, he increases his pace. I’m gripping the vanity, my nails digging into the wood.”
"This is what you wanted," he pants. "To be completely mine. To give me everything."
"Yes—God—yes—"
"No more walls. No more distance. No more pretending you don't belong to me." His thrusts are getting harder now, more desperate. "You're mine, Seraphina. Every inch of you. Every hole. Every part of your body and soul."
"Yours," I sob. The pleasure is building impossibly high, the combination of his cock in my ass and his fingers on my clit driving me toward something transcendent. "I'm yours. Always. Forever."
"That's right." His hand moves from my clit to my stomach, protective and possessive. I’m beyond showing now, and his grip helps ease the pressure of my bump. "Mine. My wife. My family. And anyone who threatens you dies.”
"Yes," I cry out. "Yes. Kill them. Protect us. Do whatever you have to do."
The words push him over the edge. He groans, rhythm faltering, and I feel him pulse inside me as he comes.
The feeling sends me over too. I shatter, clenching around him, pleasure tearing through me so intensely I actually sob with it.
We stay like that for a moment. Connected. Panting. His forehead pressed between my shoulder blades.
"Fuck," he breathes. "That was—"
"Everything." I finish. "That was everything."
He withdraws carefully, and I wince slightly at the sensation. He's immediately there with a warm cloth, cleaning me gently, checking to make sure I'm okay.
"Did I hurt you?"
"No." I’m sagging against the vanity, completely boneless. "It was perfect. You were perfect."
Adrian lifts me, carrying me to the bed. We collapse together, tangled in sheets, and he pulls me against his chest.
"I meant it," I say quietly. "I'm yours. Completely. No more fighting. No more distance."
His arms tighten around me. "You have no idea what you just gave me."
"I do." I press my hand over his heart.
"I love you." The words come out rough. Raw. Like they've been torn from somewhere deep inside him.
I close my eyes. "I know."
I don't say it back. Adrian is saying the words I need to hear, but he’s not a man of words. He knows I love him. I just gave him everything.
His hand finds my stomach, protective and possessive. "I'll find him," he says. "Gabriel. I'll end this. For you. For our son."
"I know you will."
"And then what?"
"Then we move forward." I look up at him. "As a family. As partners. As whatever this is."
"As husband and wife," he corrects. "In every sense of the word."
"Yes." I kiss him softly. "As husband and wife."
We lie there in the quiet, and for the first time since this all began, I feel at peace.
Not because I'm free. I'm not.
But because I've stopped fighting the cage.
And maybe that's the only kind of freedom.