Page 24 of Chasing the Wild
"No. Perfect. You're perfect."
I started moving in deep, possessive strokes. The sleeping bag trapped us together, forcing her to take everything I gave her, and I used it ruthlessly.
"Mine," I growled with each thrust. "Say it. Say you're mine."
"Yours," she gasped. "I'm yours, Sam. Only yours."
"Fucking right you are." I gripped her hip with one hand, angling her so I could go deeper. "Never letting you go. Never letting anyone else touch you. You're mine now, Jess. My woman. Mine to fuck and fill and breed."
She cried out at that, her body clenching around me. "Yes. Sam. Oh, yes.”
"You like that? Like the idea of me breeding you? Putting my baby in your belly?"
"Yes!" Her head thrashed on the sleeping bag.
"Gonna give it to you," I promised, thrusting harder. "Gonna fill you with my cum every day until it takes. Gonna watch you grow round with my child. Gonna make you mine in every way possible."
"Sam—I'm going to—I can't—"
"Come for me," I commanded, my hand sliding between us to find her clit. "Come on my cock and show me you're mine."
One touch and she shattered, screaming my name as her whole body convulsed. The sight of her coming undone—because of me, for me—pushed me over the edge.
I buried myself deep and let go, filling her with everything I had, marking her in the most primitive way possible. I rolled us carefully so she was draped across my chest, still connected, my cum leaking out around where we were joined.
"Don't move," I said when she started to shift. "Stay just like this. Want to keep my cum inside you as long as possible."
She shivered. "Sam—"
"You're mine now," I said, my hand sliding down to cup her ass possessively. "Took my cock, took my cum, took my claim. You understand what that means?"
"Tell me," she whispered.
"It means you're not going anywhere. Means you're staying on this mountain, in my bed, carrying my babies. Means you're mine to protect and pleasure and keep for the rest of our lives."
"That's crazy," she said, but there was no conviction in it.
"Maybe." I pulled her up for a kiss. "But you're mine anyway. Say it again."
"I'm yours."
"Again."
"I'm yours, Sam. Completely yours."
Satisfaction rolled through me, primal and possessive. "Good girl. My perfect, brave, stubborn girl."
Outside, the storm still raged. But inside our tent, wrapped together in the aftermath of claiming each other, we were safe. We were together.
WE DOZED FOR A WHILE, still connected, my softening cock inside her keeping my cum from escaping. Every time she moved, I'd pull her closer, not ready to separate yet.
Not ready to stop claiming her.
Eventually, though, biology won and I had to pull out. She whimpered at the loss, and I soothed her with kisses.
"Shh, baby. Not done with you yet. Just need a minute to recover."
"I don't think I can—" She stopped, her eyes widening as my cock started hardening again against her thigh. "Already?"
