"Going to fuck a baby into you," he says in my ear before biting my lobe.
I cry out at his words, the coil in my belly winding up tight at the thought.
He slips one hand between us, sliding his fingers through my sticky folds before moving it lower. He touches my back entrance, pressing against the tight ring of muscle like he did with his tongue. Only he doesn't stop this time. He pushes until his thumb slips into me.
I moan at the foreign sensation, stunned all over again by how good it feels to be touched there. He seems to know how much I like it. He groans my name, pushing that finger in and out of me, toying with me until I'm on the edge, overwhelmed with pleasure.
"You want to come?" he asks, his gritty voice raking across my senses.
"Yes, please, Killian," I plead, not above begging. Need claws through me so fiercely it's almost painful. I need to come or I'm going to explode into tiny pieces. There won't be any putting me back together again if I do. I already know it. The pressure is too much, too powerful.
"Come on my cock and make me a daddy." He pumps his hips, fucking me hard. His hand is caught between us, his thumb moving in and out of me. The dual sensations and his dirty words are my undoing.
My legs lock around his waist, my back bowing off the floor as the orgasm hits me. I cry out over and over, sobbing as the pressure detonates deep inside and ripples outward, submerging me in choppy waves. My pussy grows wetter as I drown in the pleasure, my nails in his skin and his name on my lips.
He roars my name into the room, thrusting into me hard enough to steal my breath as my orgasm pulls his own from him. I feel his cock jerking as he comes inside me, feel the heat of his release spreading through me, coating me in him.
Knowing there's nothing to stop him from getting me pregnant sets off a tidal wave of aftershocks. They swarm through me one after the other. I thrash and cry out, trying to pull him closer, to keep him as deep inside me as possible.
He seems more than content to stay there.
"Liberty," he groans in my ear. "Jesus Christ, you're strangling my cock." He circles his hips, grinding against my clit, working every last bit of pleasure out of my pliant body as he can. He's greedy for it, determined to claim me all the way down to my soul.
And then he steals even that, possessing me thoroughly with three whispered words.
"I love you."