A Vow of Love and Vengeance
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Emilia was my peace in a life of war and violence, and I wanted it for both of us. All of it.
I pressed my thumb over her clit, and her lips parted on a moan. “Just the thought of you pregnant makes me fucking hard.”
“You’re always hard,” she said breathily, reaching for my belt. She yanked it open and undid my pants. When my cock was free, she wrapped her calves around my back and pulled me close.
“Again already?” I smirked. “So wanton, princess.”
She grabbed my wrist, and I allowed her to pull my fingers from her pussy. “I thought you wanted to make a baby.”
“Oh, piccola. I’m going to fuck you over and over.” In one movement, I sank deep into her. “And you’re going to take every drop of my come like such a good girl.”
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