Chapter 10 #2
She didn’t flinch. Didn’t look scared. Damn, she was amazing.
I stood, leaning down until I was right in her face. “Then I’m gonna be your first, sugar. And your last. You hear me? You give this to me—there’s no going back. I’m the only man to ever get between these pretty thighs. No one else gets to fucking touch you.”
“I don’t want anyone else.”
The words ripped through me like a lit fuse.
I kissed her again—rougher this time. Hot and hungry.
She arched against me, moaning when I moved down to take one tight pink nipple into my mouth.
My hand moved to her hip, then lower, and when it slid between her thighs again, my fingers were slick with her arousal before I even got past her seam.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” I groaned, switching to her other nipple and dragging my finger through her slit, circling her clit just enough to make her cry out. “You want this, don’t you, sugar?”
“Yes,” she gasped, eyes fluttering closed, her hips lifting into my touch.
I pulled my hand back and sat on the edge of the bed, dragging her onto my lap, positioning her right where I needed her. Then I sucked my finger clean, enjoying her pretty blush as she watched.
Her thighs were spread across mine, her pussy bare and glistening against my abs, my cock thick and hard between us, still straining behind my jeans.
I cupped her jaw, thumb brushing her lips. “I’m not making this choice for you, Savannah.” My voice was hard and clipped, my gaze burning into hers. “You want me inside you, you say it. You fucking beg.”
Her breath hitched. “You’ve lost it.”
“Probably,” I agreed. “But I’m not moving until you say it.”
She squirmed, her expression frustrated and needy. Her eyes flicked up to mine, pupils blown wide.
“Please,” she finally said, voice barely a whisper.
I grunted. “Not good enough.”
She shifted in my lap, pressing down against me, her breath hitching. “Kane—please. I…I want this."
“Still not enough, baby. You want this? You say it. Loud. So I know you’re not gonna wake up tomorrow and tell me you didn’t know what you were doing.”
Her nails dug into my shoulders as she stared at me, eyes burning, lips swollen. Then her expression cracked, all pride falling away. “I want to feel you. Please, Kane. I want you inside me.”
The last thread snapped.
I flipped her beneath me so she was spread out on the mattress, shoved my jeans down, and fisted my cock, lining it up to her entrance.
I dragged the thick, leaking tip through her folds, groaning as I felt her heat.
My body trembled from holding back, from the knowledge that this was it—there’d never be anyone else for either of us.
I met her gaze, reluctant to cause her pain but determined to have her. “This is gonna hurt, sugar. But only for a second. Then you’ll forget everything but how fucking good it feels.”
She nodded, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.
I pushed in slow, inch by inch, feeling her tight heat stretch around me, hot and slick and fucking perfect. She gasped, her eyes flying wide and her hands clutching my arms.
“Breathe, Savannah,” I gritted out, one hand braced by her head and the other on her hip to hold her steady. “Just breathe for me, baby. I’ve got you.”
Her fingers clutched the sheets when I reached her barrier, her thighs trembling, her breath stuttering. But she didn’t pull away.
With a short punch of my hips, I popped her cherry.
“Fuck,” I grunted. “ Mine .”
I was a big guy—everywhere. So I wasn’t completely sure her little pussy would be able to take all of my long, thick cock. But fuck, I shoulda known better. She was made for me.
“Almost there,” I murmured, kissing the corner of her mouth. “You’re doing so fucking good, baby.”
Finally, I bottomed out with a groan, burying myself from root to tip. Her gasp hitched into a broken moan as her body clenched around me, tight and fluttering.
She was so damn perfect.
I stayed there, letting her adjust even though every muscle in my body screamed at me to move.
My control hung on by a thread, but I wasn’t gonna hurt her any more than I already had.
Although, with the way I was stretching her tight sheath, there was bound to be a pinch of pain.
But that little bit would add to her pleasure soon.
“You okay?” I rasped.
She nodded, breathless. “Yeah. Just…full.”
“Damn right, you are.”
I started to move—slow at first, deep, grinding thrusts that had her gasping with every slide. Her legs wrapped around my waist, arms around my neck, body arching into my every stroke.
“Feel that, sugar?” I growled in her ear. “I’m so fucking deep. That’s me claiming what’s mine.”
Her moans turned needy, almost mindless. She whispered my name over and over, her nails raking down my back, and I lost myself in her. In the heat and slickness and fucking rightness of being inside her.
“You feel so fucking good,” I rasped. “Tight little pussy made just for me. No one else gets to feel you wrapped around their cock. Squeezing so damn tight I can barely get back out. Fuck! No one else ever touches you.”
“No one else,” she echoed, dazed.
“That’s right. You belong to me now. You’re fucking mine,” I growled, thrusting harder, deeper. “Say it, Savannah.”
“I’m yours.”
“Louder.”
“I’m yours, Kane,” she cried out.
That sent me into a frenzy. I slammed into her, fucking her like I owned every inch of her body—because I damn well did. Her cries were louder now, desperate, pleading.
“Kane! Yes! Oh yes! Harder!”
“Again, Savannah,” I barked as I pounded her into the mattress. “Who do you belong to? Who owns this pussy, baby?”
“You!” she shouted right before her body clenched around me, pulsing with her climax, as she screamed my name.
“Fuck!” I slammed in deep—and then everything stopped.
Shit! I hadn’t put on a condom.
I was buried to the hilt in her tight, trembling pussy, about to come, and she was bare beneath me.
“Birth control?” I grunted, unable to form more words than that.
Savannah froze for a moment, then shook her head, and the thought of pulling out flickered, then disappeared.
Because the image hit me like a wrecking ball—Savannah, pregnant, round with my baby, wearing my ring, sleeping in my bed. Tied to me in every way that mattered.
The possessive beast inside me roared.
“Fuck!” I bellowed, slamming in one last time as I emptied inside her, grinding deep as her channel throbbed and milked every drop. “Take it, sugar. Take all of it. Want my seed dripping from this virgin pussy.”
Savannah shuddered, then tossed her head back and cried out as another orgasm washed over her.
I fucked her through her second climax, drawing it out as long as possible and shooting load after load of my come into her unprotected womb.
Pushing it up against her cervix like I could will it to take root.
When I finally stilled, our bodies were locked together, my come dripping out around my cock. She whimpered, her body twitching from the aftershocks, and her arms tightening around my neck.
I looked down at her and couldn’t help feeling a little smug. She was wrecked. Glassy eyes, kiss-swollen mouth, and breathing like she’d run a damn marathon.
Beautiful. So. Fucking. Beautiful.
She blinked slowly, then smiled as she let her head fall to the side, her cheek resting against my chest. Her breathing evened out, and within seconds, she was asleep.
Just like that.
Completely undone, relaxed and open, curled into me like I was her safe place. As though I hadn’t just claimed her in the most brutal, possessive way a man could.
I brushed her hair back from her face and stared down at her, a knot tightening in my gut.
Maybe I should’ve said something before I took her raw. Should’ve told her when I didn’t pull out. Should’ve confessed that she’d never been a temporary thing to me. That I’d decided to keep her the moment she walked into my world and flipped it on its fucking head.
But I didn’t.
Because now, she had me inside her, filling her. Hopefully, leaving a piece of me to grow.
Because if she ended up pregnant, she’d never leave.
Not that she had any other choice. I’d never let her go.