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“No one else,” she echoed, dazed.

“That’s right. You belong to me now. You’re fucking mine,” I growled, thrusting harder, deeper. “Say it, Savannah.”

“I’m yours.”

“Louder.”

“I’m yours, Kane,” she cried out.

That sent me into a frenzy. I slammed into her, fucking her like I owned every inch of her body—because I damn well did. Her cries were louder now, desperate, pleading.

“Kane! Yes! Oh yes! Harder!”

“Again, Savannah,” I barked as I pounded her into the mattress. “Who do you belong to? Who owns this pussy, baby?”

“You!” she shouted right before her body clenched around me, pulsing with her climax, as she screamed my name.

“Fuck!” I slammed in deep—and then everything stopped.

Shit! I hadn’t put on a condom.

I was buried to the hilt in her tight, trembling pussy, about to come, and she was bare beneath me.

“Birth control?” I grunted, unable to form more words than that.

Savannah froze for a moment, then shook her head, and the thought of pulling out flickered, then disappeared.

Because the image hit me like a wrecking ball—Savannah, pregnant, round with my baby, wearing my ring, sleeping in my bed. Tied to me in every way that mattered.

The possessive beast inside me roared.

“Fuck!” I bellowed, slamming in one last time as I emptied inside her, grinding deep as her channel throbbed and milked every drop. “Take it, sugar. Take all of it. Want my seed dripping from this virgin pussy.”

Savannah shuddered, then tossed her head back and cried out as another orgasm washed over her. I fucked her through her second climax, drawing it out as long as possible and shooting load after load of my come into her unprotected womb. Pushing it up against her cervix like I couldwillit to take root.

When I finally stilled, our bodies were locked together, my come dripping out around my cock. She whimpered, her body twitching from the aftershocks, and her arms tightening around my neck.

I looked down at her and couldn’t help feeling a little smug. She was wrecked. Glassy eyes, kiss-swollen mouth, and breathing like she’d run a damn marathon.

Beautiful. So. Fucking. Beautiful.

She blinked slowly, then smiled as she let her head fall to the side, her cheek resting against my chest. Her breathing evened out, and within seconds, she was asleep.

Just like that.

Completely undone, relaxed and open, curled into me like I was her safe place. As though I hadn’t just claimed her in the most brutal, possessive way a man could.

I brushed her hair back from her face and stared down at her, a knot tightening in my gut.

Maybe I should’ve said something before I took her raw. Should’ve told her when I didn’t pull out. Should’ve confessed that she’d never been a temporary thing to me. That I’d decided to keep her the moment she walked into my world and flipped it on its fucking head.

But I didn’t.

Because now, she had me inside her, filling her. Hopefully, leaving a piece of me to grow.

Because if she ended up pregnant, she’d never leave.

Not that she had any other choice. I’d never let her go.