Page 272 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition
I held his face between my hands, thumbs brushing the sharp line of his cheekbones.
“You. Belong. To. Me.”
He made a sound—low, filthy, reverent—and then he pushed inside me in one slow, devastating stroke. My back arched off the bed, heat slamming through me like I’d been plugged into him, into his madness, into that feral thing he’d been holding onto all night.
“Oh, fuck,” he hissed, jaw clenching as he sunk deeper. “You feel that? You feel your husband’s cock filling what’s his?”
I whimpered—because it was too much, too good, too deep, and he caught the sound with a dark smile.
“That’s right,” he said, breath ragged. “You claim me with your words…”
He thrust again, harder.
“…and I claim you with this.”
My fingers clawed at his shoulders, trying to ground myself, but he pinned my wrists above my head, forcing me to take all of him, every inch.
“You want to own me?” he asked, voice shaking with unhinged devotion. “Fine. But while I’m inside you, you’re my toy.”
His hips ground forward, deliberate, ruthless, stretching me around him.
“My fucktoy.”
Another thrust.
“My pretty little wife who breaks open for me.”
Another.
“My favourite thing to ruin.”
My breath shattered into a cry.
“Oh, you like that,” he growled against my mouth. “You get tighter every time I call you my toy.”
His forehead pressed to mine, sweat mixing with mine, eyes black with need.
“Say it,” he demanded. “Say you’re my fucktoy.”
I swallowed, trembling around him. “I’m your fucktoy.”
He lost it.
A guttural sound ripped from his chest, and he drove into me harder, deeper, pinning me into the mattress like he needed to imprint himself onto every part of my body.
“Good girl,” he snarled. “Now take it. Take your husband’s cock. Take every fucking drop I give you—because you’re mine.”
His pace broke—wild, punishing, and, unhinged—like he was trying to fuse us together.
I seized his hips, forcing him deeper, meeting every thrust with a desperate, shaking need that bordered on madness.
The climax ripped through me like a scream I couldn’t contain.
Silas.
Silas.
Silas.
