Page 28 of BRATVA'S Poisoner Bride

I glance down at where we meet. My cock sliding in and out of her wet slit, coating those inky black curls with our arousal.

"No," I correct, pounding deeper, my hand sliding between us to circle her clit. "I'm obsessed. With you. With this tight pussy that squeezes me until I can't think straight. I've filled you so many times, and I'll keep doing it. Morning, noon and night, until you're dripping with me always."

Her walls clench at my words, and I feel her climbing, her breaths coming in short, desperate pants.

"Come for me, Elizabeth. Show me how you take what's mine." I lift her leg over my shoulder and drive in deeper, increasing the pressure on her clit.

She shatters then, her cry echoing off the office walls as she comes hard, pulsing around my cock like a vice.

It's too much. The grip, the heat, the way she looks at me like I'm her everything. I follow her over the edge, slamming in one last time and spilling deep, rope after rope, marking her from the inside out.

"Mine," I moan, the word tearing from my throat as pleasure whites out my vision, my body shaking with the force of it.

When we come down, I don't pull out. I stay buried in her, holding her close, my forehead pressed to hers. She's panting, trembling, and I kiss her softly, reverently, because this woman, this fierce, beautiful poisoner who killed for her freedom and chose me in the aftermath, is my entire world.

"I love you," I murmur, the words slipping out unbidden but true. "And if you're carrying our child, I'll protect you both with my life. No one touches what's mine."

She smiles, soft and sated, her hand resting over her belly where our future might already be growing. "I know," she whispers. "And I love you too."

In that moment, with her wrapped around me, I know I've found my forever. Obsession doesn't even cover it anymore. It'sdevotion, deep and unending. And I'll spend every day proving it to her.