Quinn had branded her, and she was his. Filled with Quinn, filled with abandon, Paige’s world turned upside down, then righted itself quickly, him as her true north. She felt Quinn’s bear as he released inside her. As he took her, branding her with his animal, his power amazed her, overwhelmed her, thrilled her. Her arms trembled and her whole body shook with passion. If asked later she would swear she felt it, the small beginning of life as they came together, male and female. She was his. And he was hers.
Their pleasure continued to roll over them. He released his hold on her neck and gently guided them downward, his cock still releasing small bursts of cum. They spooned on the bed, his arms wrapped around her, his hands on her belly. With any other man she would have protested. But how do you protest when the man who had just taken you, marked you as his, wanted to stroke the soft flesh of her stomach?
You didn’t. Why? Because it didn’t matter. You knew, in that deep, dark part of your soul where every negative thought had ever been born, you knew he loved the valley and curves. You knew he loved you.
“Okay?” he whispered in her ear.
“Perfect,” she purred, clenching her pussy around his cock. “Absolutely perfect.”