By the time the rapid-fire words stopped spilling from her lips, a wide grin twisted my scar deep into my face. She wasn’t repulsed at the sight of me. She looked at me like I was her world.
I cupped her cheek in my hand, threading my fingers through her silky hair. “Samantha,” her name came out on a rasp. I took a breath and tried again, getting my surge of emotion under control. “I don’t know how to exist without you. I’m going to keep you with me always, no matter what. You’re mine, but I belong to you, too. Body, heart, and soul. I’m yours.”
My vows were more concise than hers, but I mirrored her final words, promising her a lifetime of love and protection.
She beamed up at me. “Are we married now?”
“Now and forever, my sweet Samantha.”
My fingers tightened in her hair, trapping her in place so I could claim her lips with mine. She opened for me, her low moan rolling into my mouth. The needy sound made my own arousal stir, and my cock stiffened against her hip.
Wasting no time on following through with my wicked promise, I fisted her lace dress in both hands and ripped it apart. The delicate material shredded, fully exposing her breasts and pussy. I palmed her cunt, running my fingers through the wetness that soaked her labia.
She gasped and shuddered, and I growled against her lips.
Unwilling to wait a second longer, I tossed her over my shoulder and carried her into the bedroom. A giggle burst from
her chest as her body draped docilely against my much larger frame. She didn’t fight or shriek for me to release her.
But she would be screaming my name in a few minutes.
I dropped her on the bed, the soft mattress cushioning her fall. She laughed, thrilled at my harsh treatment. The tattered remnants of her dress pooled on the sheets at her sides, framing her lithe body like an offering. My pretty, perverted, perfect bride.
I quickly stripped off my clothes and settled my weight over her, lining my cock up with her slick opening.
“My birth control shot might not be effective anymore, you know.” Her voice was breathy, and I wasn’t certain if she was warning me not to come inside her.
“I know,” I replied evenly.
She blinked. “You haven’t given me another one.”
“I haven’t.”
Her eyes widened, and she sucked in a small gasp. “You’re not going to, are you?”
“No,” I growled, thrusting into her.
She cried out and wrapped her legs around my waist, digging her heels into my ass to pull me deeper. “Good,” she panted. “I don’t want you to.”
I pulled back and slammed into her again, taking her with brutal force. She wanted me. She wanted to have a child with me.
Possessive hunger surged through me, and I fucked her with primal, ruthless strokes. She rocked her hips against me, welcoming my claim.
“Andrés!” she screamed my name, her inner muscles contracting around me as she came undone. I followed her on a rough shout, my heat lashing into her.
I spilled my seed deep inside her, sealing our fate, our future.
My Samantha.
My baby.
My family.
All mine.
The End
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