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Story: Taken By the Outlaw
His possessiveness still thrills me, still makes heat pool between my thighs. I reach for him, needing him closer, needing him inside me. "Show me," I whisper. "Show me how much you want it."
Something flashes in his eyes—that dangerous edge that never fully disappears, that hint of the predator that lurks beneath his control. "I'll give you everything," he promises, lowering himself over me. "Everything I am, everything I have. It's all yours, Emilia. Just like you're mine."
When he enters me, it feels different somehow—more meaningful, more purposeful. We're not just seeking pleasure now. We're creating something together, something that will bind us even more permanently than the past two years have done.
Clark moves with deliberate thoroughness, hitting places inside me that make me gasp and arch against him. His eyes never leave mine, connection deeper than physical, his hands holding me exactly where he wants me.
"Say it," he demands, voice strained as he drives deeper. "Tell me what you want."
"You," I gasp, the word breaking as he hits a spot that sends sparks shooting through me. "Your baby. Our family. Everything, Clark. I want everything with you."
My admission drives him wild, his control slipping as his thrusts become harder, more desperate. "You'll have it," he promises, one hand sliding between us to circle the bundle of nerves that will send me over the edge. "All of it. I'll give you the world, Emilia. I'll fill this house with books. I'll fill you with my children. Whatever you want, it's yours."
The dual assault—his words and his touch—pushes me toward climax. My nails dig into his back, marking him as he's marked me so many times. "Just you," I manage, feeling the pressure building, the pleasure spiraling higher. "I just want you."
"You have me," he growls, his rhythm faltering as he nears his own release. "Forever. Now come for me, beautiful. Let me feel you."
I shatter at his command, pleasure washing over me in waves that leave me gasping, clinging to him like he's my only anchor in a storm. He follows me over, burying himself deep inside me with a groan that sounds like it's torn from his soul, his release hot and powerful.
Afterward, he doesn't immediately withdraw as he sometimes does. Instead, he stays inside me, rolling us so I'm draped across his chest, our bodies still joined. His hands stroke my back, my hair, touch reverent and possessive all at once.
"I never thought I'd have this," he admits quietly, the confession unusual for him. "Never thought I'd want it. A home. A family. You."
I lift my head, studying the face I've come to love so deeply. The hardness is still there, the danger, the control. But there's softness too, in the way he looks at me, in the gentle stroke of his fingers against my skin.
"Are you happy?" I ask, suddenly needing to know. "With this life? With me?"
His eyes darken, his grip tightening slightly. "Happy doesn't begin to cover it, Emilia. What I feel for you—" He stops, searching for words, an unusual struggle for someone usually so decisive. "It's everything. You're everything."
I smile, settling back against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart beneath my ear. "Good. Because you're stuck with me now. Forever."
I feel his chuckle rumble through his chest. "That was always the plan, little librarian. From the moment I saw you in that alley, you were mine. You just didn't know it yet."
He's right. From that first terrifying encounter, through the fear and confusion, the desire and surrender, to this moment of perfect contentment—I've been his. And he's been mine, though it took both of us time to realize it.
Our beginning was unconventional, dangerous, maybe even wrong by normal standards. But what we've built from it—this life, this love, this future—feels more right than anything I've ever known.
As Clark's arms tighten around me, as his breathing evens out into sleep, I find myself hoping his wish comes true. That I'm already carrying his child, that our family is already beginning. That the love we've found in the most unlikely circumstances will multiply, expand, grow into something even more beautiful than what we already share.
Because with Clark, I've found my forever. And the future we'll build together will be nothing short of explosive.
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Something flashes in his eyes—that dangerous edge that never fully disappears, that hint of the predator that lurks beneath his control. "I'll give you everything," he promises, lowering himself over me. "Everything I am, everything I have. It's all yours, Emilia. Just like you're mine."
When he enters me, it feels different somehow—more meaningful, more purposeful. We're not just seeking pleasure now. We're creating something together, something that will bind us even more permanently than the past two years have done.
Clark moves with deliberate thoroughness, hitting places inside me that make me gasp and arch against him. His eyes never leave mine, connection deeper than physical, his hands holding me exactly where he wants me.
"Say it," he demands, voice strained as he drives deeper. "Tell me what you want."
"You," I gasp, the word breaking as he hits a spot that sends sparks shooting through me. "Your baby. Our family. Everything, Clark. I want everything with you."
My admission drives him wild, his control slipping as his thrusts become harder, more desperate. "You'll have it," he promises, one hand sliding between us to circle the bundle of nerves that will send me over the edge. "All of it. I'll give you the world, Emilia. I'll fill this house with books. I'll fill you with my children. Whatever you want, it's yours."
The dual assault—his words and his touch—pushes me toward climax. My nails dig into his back, marking him as he's marked me so many times. "Just you," I manage, feeling the pressure building, the pleasure spiraling higher. "I just want you."
"You have me," he growls, his rhythm faltering as he nears his own release. "Forever. Now come for me, beautiful. Let me feel you."
I shatter at his command, pleasure washing over me in waves that leave me gasping, clinging to him like he's my only anchor in a storm. He follows me over, burying himself deep inside me with a groan that sounds like it's torn from his soul, his release hot and powerful.
Afterward, he doesn't immediately withdraw as he sometimes does. Instead, he stays inside me, rolling us so I'm draped across his chest, our bodies still joined. His hands stroke my back, my hair, touch reverent and possessive all at once.
"I never thought I'd have this," he admits quietly, the confession unusual for him. "Never thought I'd want it. A home. A family. You."
I lift my head, studying the face I've come to love so deeply. The hardness is still there, the danger, the control. But there's softness too, in the way he looks at me, in the gentle stroke of his fingers against my skin.
"Are you happy?" I ask, suddenly needing to know. "With this life? With me?"
His eyes darken, his grip tightening slightly. "Happy doesn't begin to cover it, Emilia. What I feel for you—" He stops, searching for words, an unusual struggle for someone usually so decisive. "It's everything. You're everything."
I smile, settling back against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart beneath my ear. "Good. Because you're stuck with me now. Forever."
I feel his chuckle rumble through his chest. "That was always the plan, little librarian. From the moment I saw you in that alley, you were mine. You just didn't know it yet."
He's right. From that first terrifying encounter, through the fear and confusion, the desire and surrender, to this moment of perfect contentment—I've been his. And he's been mine, though it took both of us time to realize it.
Our beginning was unconventional, dangerous, maybe even wrong by normal standards. But what we've built from it—this life, this love, this future—feels more right than anything I've ever known.
As Clark's arms tighten around me, as his breathing evens out into sleep, I find myself hoping his wish comes true. That I'm already carrying his child, that our family is already beginning. That the love we've found in the most unlikely circumstances will multiply, expand, grow into something even more beautiful than what we already share.
Because with Clark, I've found my forever. And the future we'll build together will be nothing short of explosive.
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