“Do you remember what I said to you when we met?” I said.
She nodded, shyly. She was trembling. She was afraid of whatever I was about to do. My cock pressed against my jeans like a caged tiger wanting to escape.
“I said, I’d destroy you. I said, I’d drink you like the desert drinks the rain. That I’d ravage you until you begged me to stop.”
“I remember.”
“Well, that’s what I’m here to do, Faith.”
A white sheet covered her body and she removed it, revealing everything she had to offer me. My heart pounded with a raw, animal desire.
She smiled, faintly.
“I’m going to put my seed in your womb, and when I’m done, if it’s God’s will, you’ll be carrying my son.”
She opened her legs seductively. I couldn’t believe it. She wanted me. I’d thought I was destroying her, defiling her with my need to leave an heir, but she was welcoming me with open arms.
“I’m yours, Jackson,” she whispered.
I stripped, and when she saw me she gasped. My cock was so rigid it was red with desire. My blood raged through it. It knew what was coming. It was about to perform the act it had been created for.
I walked to the bed and climbed above her. She looked at me with a mixture of love and terror. I touched her * with my hand. It was wet. I smiled.
My finger slid inside her and her muscles clenched around it like a fist.
“That’s my girl,” I said.
I kissed her mouth, forcing my tongue into hers. She sucked it.
As we kissed, I slid my girth into her waiting vagina, filling her with my massive organ. She was tight. She gasped. I was bigger than her ex. That much was clear. I pushed myself all the way in.
She let out a whimper, more a cry than a moan.
“You’re going to be mine, Faith. You’re going to be completely mine after this.”
“I know,” she whispered.
“And I’m going to be yours too,” I said.
She pulled me closer to her and my cock throbbed with pleasure. The knowledge that I was about to pour my wet semen into her naked womb thrilled me.
There would be no undoing this. It was the language of God, or else God never spoke.
I pushed my cock all the way inside her and pulled back out. Her fingers gripped the muscles in my shoulders. I pushed inside her again. She moaned. I built up speed, pushing myself into her and pulling back out. In and out, like an engine piston. Something took over, an insane passion.
I knew that when I came, my semen would hit her cervix. No rubber bag would catch my seed this time. I would pour freely into her womb and, together, we would create a new life. I wanted it. I wanted to feel it happen.
I pushed in, my cock throbbing with pleasure. I was forcing myself so deep she cried with each thrust.
An innocent child—that’s what I thought as my cock plowed her mercilessly.
Her legs clenched my waist so tightly she was going to bruise us both. I wanted it. I wanted to be bruised. I wanted to leave my mark on her.
She was mine. She was going to be mine forever.
Any man that threatened that risked his life. I would erase all memory of Wolf Staten from the world. He’d defiled Faith, he’d threatened her, and she was mine.
I grabbed her breasts. They were so small and soft in my massive hands. I looked into her eyes.
“I’m coming, Faith.”
“I know,” she cried.
I could feel it. I felt the force of my semen blast into her with such intensity it threatened to shatter her. She cried out. Her muscles clenched me so tightly it hurt. Her cunt gripped my cock like a noose. I shot my load into her like my very life depended on it. Her womb took my semen. I flowed into her. Again and again I climaxed. Each surge of pleasure brought a new spurt of sperm.
Her eyes were locked on mine. I was doing it. I was putting my seed in her belly. I was putting my child in her.
I’d taken her. I’d claimed her. She was mine now, and she’d be mine forever. God Himself could not undo what I’d just done to her.
“I’m yours,” she whispered as my orgasm subsided.
“Yes,” I said. “You’re mine,” and as I said it, my voice cracked.
Tears welled up in my eyes and fell onto her face. For the first time in my adult life, I cried.
Chapter 13
Faith
IT MAKES NO SENSE, but that night with Jackson, I felt safer than I’d ever felt before in my life. Everything was different. The entire world was new. I was his now, his property, his woman. I was carrying his child, or at least, I hoped I was. I’d know in a few weeks. And that’s all that mattered.
At no time during the past two years, during all the time I’d spent with Wolf Staten, had I felt that safe or that possessed. Despite all Wolf’s power, all the henchmen he had at his beck and call, he’d never felt as powerful or as possessive as Jackson felt.
I wanted to be owned by Jackson. I wanted to be his property. I wanted his semen inside me.
Carrying his child would be the greatest honor of my life.