Page 200 of Between Passion and Revenge: Part Two

Our foreheads rub together as he shakes his head.

“Neveragain,” he vows, and I hear the truth in the depth of his voice. His hand goes to my clit, squeezing between the press of our bodies.

“Marry me, Sweetness,” he commands, and I freeze, clenching tight.

“Are you really asking me?—”

“I already have your ring, baby,” he says, picking up speed with his dick and his fingers, as if trying to work me up so that I’ll say anything—includingyes.“I want the world to know what we know: that we belong to each other.”

He kisses me hard at that statement, but instead of clouding my brain, it clears it.

“Marry me,” he repeats, his words still hard, commanding.

“Yes,” I say, and he groans as if I’d injected him with heroin and shot him off into the stars.

“Fuck, yes,” he says, his voice rough like coal. “You’re gonna marry me, and you’re gonna give me more babies.”

I whimper. He’s not asking, he’s telling.

“Yes,” I whimper again.

“Mmm, you’re gonna let me fill this pretty pussy up so you’re dripping with me all the time.”

I release an unintelligible sound because he’s driving me to madness again. No, not madness, just high.

“God, yes, baby,” I say, going to the spot where I’mright there, right about to come on his dick.

“I’ll give you until the new year to get that stupid IUD out,” he says, his eyes shooting like flames into my soul. “Or I’ll pull it out myself.”

“W-what?”

“I can’t wait to see you all swollen with my babies, your tits dripping with milk. I’m still gonna keep you filled up with my cum, Sweetness.”

Well, fuck. I didn’t know I had such a breeding kink, but the way I absolutely drench his dick, coming so hard that I black out, well….

“Shae, Shae,Shae,” he chants, chasing after his release after I go practically boneless in his arms.

And then, he stills, pushing all the way into me, and I squeeze around him, loving—loving—the sensation of his dick twitching inside me as he unloads.

We catch our breaths, neither of us willing to pull away from the other. Storm’s hold tightens around my body, pulling me flush while still inside me, and I stretch out my legs, then wrap them around the small of his back.

And we stay like that for Lord knows how long.

“I wasn’t fucking around about anything I said. You know that, right?” His words are low, delivered right next to my ear. I lean into him even more.

“I know,” I say. “Neither was I.”

I can practically feel the smile in his tone when he says, “Good.”

FORTY-FIVE

STORM

Tap-tap-tap.

Tap-tap-tap.

I crack an eye open, looking around my bedroom for the source of the sharp sound that’s breaking my sleep at six in the morning.