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Scandalously Expecting His Child(56)



                It was as if some switch was thrown inside him, the consternation on his face switching to voracity.

                In full predator mode, he rose above her, rid himself of his pants and briefs. She felt the usual clench of intimidation at the sight of his girth and length, at his beauty and sleekness. She craved his invasion, not only for the ecstasy it forced from her flesh, but because it was the most intimacy she could have with him.

                “Just take me, please....”

                And he finally did. He rammed inside her, all his power and the accumulation of frustration and hunger behind the thrust. The head of his erection, nearly too wide for her, rubbed against all the right places, abrading nerves into an agony of response, pushing receptors over the limit of stimuli. Even after the releases he gave her, she was so inflamed that it took only a few unbridled thrusts for her to arch up in a deep bow and scream. In her ecstasy, she saw only his beloved face in focus, clenched in pleasure, his eyes vehement with his greed for her.

                Every time with him it got better. Excruciatingly better.

                “I can’t... Please... You...you... Now...”

                He understood, gave her what she needed. The sight of his face seizing, his roars echoing her screams, the feel of him succumbing to the ecstasy she gave him, the hard jets of his climax inside her. They hit her at her peak, had her unable to endure the spike in pleasure, then everything dimmed, faded....

                * * *

                Heavy breathing and slow heartbeats echoed from the end of a long tunnel as the scents of satisfaction flooded her lungs. Awareness trickled into a body so sated it was numb.

                She felt only one thing. Raiden. Still inside her, even harder, larger. She opened lids weighing half a ton each, saw him swim in and out of focus. He was still kneeling between her legs, her buttocks propped on his thighs, her legs around his. One of his palms was kneading her breasts, the other gliding over her shoulders, her arms, her belly.

                “You are mine. Mine. As Scarlett. As Hannah. As Katya.”

                She lurched at hearing her real name on his lips. She’d known he must know it now, but hearing him say it...

                She moaned as he ground deeper inside her, reaching the point where the familiar expansion turned into almost pain. An edge of dominance that was glorious, addictive, overwhelming, even a little frightening. The idea of all that he was, melding with her, at her mercy as she was at his, filled volumes inside her, body, mind and soul.

                “Say it. You’re mine. All of you. Every version of you.”

                “There was only ever one version. The version born to love you.”

                She truly didn’t know what happened after that.

                Raiden devoured her, finished her, then did so again and again.

                It was as though his passion had always been curbed, but now all his shackles had been broken. He showed her what it could be like with him fully unleashed.

                It was beyond description.

                After the nightlong conflagration, she lay in his arms in a stupor, every cell in her body overloaded with bliss. At least before the ticking timer inside her resumed the countdown.

                Her ten weeks were almost up. No matter what he’d said now, how he felt, his plans were more important, couldn’t be changed. And she’d have to exit his life soon.

                But she couldn’t even contemplate being cut off from him forever.