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“I’m so fucking sorry I couldn’t be there for you before, but that won’t happen again. You’re mine, Brinley. This sweet pussy, this beautiful fucking heart—every bit of you has always been mine and always will be.”
I cry out in pleasure while tears make a trail down the sides of my temples. I clutch him tighter to me.
“I’m close,” I cry, squeezing my eyes shut. It feels so good to have him inside me again. I feel weightless, soaring to the euphoria only he can give me. He shudders, driving into me harder. The room echoes with the music our bodies make while our moans and gasps crescendo.
“I want you to come on my cock, baby,” Lucas growls. “Then I’m going to fill you with my cum, and I’m going tokeepfilling you with it until you’re swollen with my baby again.”
My eyes snap open, alarmed. I push against his shoulders, trying to slow him down.
“No,” Lucas commands, holding my jaw so he can imprison my gaze with his.
“I want you to carry my child, Brin. I want to see your belly round and full of the miracle we create. I want to be there with you for every bit of it this time. Then, I want to do it again, and again, and again.”
I whimper, shaking my head as much as his grip on my jaw allows. His words are alarming, and a bit crazed, but God help me, they turn me on. Even if he’s just trying to get back what he lost, I can’t help but picture what he’s describing. The tension in my womb grows, pulling tighter and tighter until, with a loud cry, I shatter.
“Fuck, baby. That’s it. Let me feel you come apart.” Lucas groans, his hips faltering before pumping viciously, intensifying my pleasure and deliberately milking my orgasm.
God, this man.
“Fuck.” He grunts, holding my hips tight enough that I know I’ll bruise when he stills, his cock jerking as he comes in spurts inside of me.
He’s still breathing heavily when he presses his forehead to mine, holding me as we both come down from what we shared.
“Don’t,” I plead uselessly as he moves down my body. He keeps me from closing my legs by the hold he has on my inner thighs. He makes an approving sound when he sees himself inside of me.
“So fucking beautiful,” he praises. My face burns with embarrassment but I don’t try to stop him again.
“Good girl.” His touch ghosts over my heated skin as he once again scoops the spilled cum and pushes it back inside me.
“God,” I mutter, covering my face with my hands.
We’re not nearly ready for a kid, but I can’t deny that there’s a part of me that longs for it, too.
“I’m not going to clean you up this time, baby. I want you to feel me inside you. I want you to wake up wet and sticky with my seed, so you’ll be reminded who the fuck you belong to.”
I honestly have no response to that, so I don’t attempt to make one.
He takes my silence as my acceptance and hums his approval.
When he’s finished, he turns off the lights and settles down in bed, moving me so that I’m half sprawled on top of him.
I sigh, feeling more content than I have in a long time.
I missed this.
I missed being held in his arms and how safe they make me feel.
In the still of the night, Lucas’s whisper gives me goosebumps.
“I love you, Brinley. I’m going to do whatever it takes to get you back.”
The returning words are a burn on my tongue, but I can’t say them back. Not yet. I’m still feeling too uncertain and overwhelmed. Instead of punishing me, Lucas holds me tighter, silently comforting me.
I lift my head and kiss him softly, tenderly. I close my eyes and have the first restful sleep I’ve had since I was seventeen.
CHAPTER FOUR
BRINLEY
