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Henley

Everyone cleared out of the room about twenty minutes ago, but I can’t stop staring. Everything about her is perfect. The soft waves of her hair that form a halo around her head, the gentle in and exhale of her breath as she calmly sleeps.

The twisted part of me knows that she lay there, helpless. She would want me, and I know that she will be accepting once she realizes why I’m doing this.

My cock jumps in my jeans at the thought of taking her raw, knowing that nothing is stopping us from the consequences. Palming myself, I undo the button and let the fly unzip. I’m so hard that the steel teeth bite right into my sensitive flesh.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I mutter. Bringing my cock out from my pants, cupping my balls out also, I tighten my fist around myself. “God, I can’t wait to feel you.” Toeing off my boots, I shove my jeans to the ground and step out of them, pumping my length in my hand.

I have to let go to get my shirt off, but the second it’s over my head, I’m back to touching myself. Her sweet, lush body lay completely still, the medicine working her system to keep her knocked out. Her dress is ruffled slightly, and when I lift it to inspect her, she’s already wet.

“You aren’t even awake and you’re ready for me,” I growl, my fingers rubbing along her soft lower lips before slowly pushing a single digit inside. “Fuck, my cum is going to paint your insides so thoroughly you will be stuck with me forever.”

Her dress hitches around her relaxed hips as I push her legs apart for my pleasure. She doesn’t stir, her heavy breaths are the only indication that she’s alive.

Leaning over her body, I drag the head of my cock over her clit, circling the small bundle of nerves before pushing. Her warm, narrow channel shoots pleasure up my spine as it swallows me deeply.

“Fuck, bunny, you’re tight, even unconscious,” I grunt, pulling away before sliding further inside. “You will grow heavy for me, carry a mixture of us for me, and I’ll be the doting husband you need.” The shit spewing from my mouth is partly delusional, but there’s no other option for her. She either marries me and carries my offspring, or dies without a trace. Frankly, I’ll take the former. I would rather her anger than her six feet under.

Suddenly, almost as if she isn’t unconscious, her pussy flutters around me. Satisfaction radiates through my core and up my spine even after barely a few strokes inside of her. Nothing can compare to hearing her screams of ecstasy, but knowing that she might be carrying our DNA? It’ll get the job done.

“Fuck,” I call out, as I hammer into her faster. My balls draw tightly to my body as I come so hard, stars dance behind my eyelids. I grab the bag of freshly sanitized items and dig around, barely managing to find the one I’m looking for. Bright blue and yellow, the swirled silicone plug drops heavily next to me on the bed. I quickly slide out, shoving the plug where I just was stuffed inside of her.

“You have no fucking idea what you started."

Twelve rounds of fucking in the last twelve hours, and I swear my cock should be broken, but it isn’t. Cum leaking from her hole is normal, even with the plug. Any droplets not inside of her are a waste, not doing their job. When the light glints just right and see some leaking, my body surges forward while demanding I take action. Demands are met in full, my seed coating the inside of her channel with abandon. There will be nothing left of me if this continues. Something I am perfectly okay with.

Pulling the blanket over us both, I run my fingers over her naked arm. My perfect bunny continues to lay so still, so unaware.

Doc warned me not even an hour ago that my stimulation would wake her up a lot faster than the forty-eight-hour timeline I was given. Jokes on him, her waking up mid-thrust might just be a little fantasy for me. Imagining her fighting back, clawing her nails down my back while she pretends that she is surprised by my inhibitions.

Cock jumping, I shake my head to get the thoughts away. He also indicated that her body would need a break, one that I’m not keen on giving but know that she needs it. It’s been at least two hours since I last forced her to take my cum.

“Henley…” a whisper in the air and I freeze, the fingers that were grazing her barely flesh stop mid-stroke. “Please.”

“What do you need,” I murmur back, my head leaning down to kiss her temple.

“You.” Her response is breathy and needy. A tone that I am more than happy to comply with. I reach between her thighs to release the plug from its job as she attempts to grind on my hand. Soft, delicate moans release from her mouth to dance in the air around us, her head tilting ever-so-slightly toward me.

I don’t hesitate. Rolling, I prop myself between her spread legs, my ready cock nudging at her entrance. Puffy and red, her lower lips glisten as I use the head of my length to probe inside.

“Yes,” she sighs, her body suddenly going still. Blinking up at me, I smile down at her with all the love I can muster.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” She doesn’t get a chance to respond as I slowly rear back only to slam home. Her eyes slam open, her mouth dropping into an ‘O’ as I show her no mercy. Small fingers claw the sheets around as I go harder, refusing to show her that I’m sorry. Because I’m not. Everything I have done, I would do again.

“What the-” I bend down and swallow the rest of the words that were coming from her lips. Now isn’t the time for questions. She needed to orgasm so I could finish without guilt. Pleasure wasn’t my goal with her out for the count. It definitely was a perk, but the image of her swollen and heavy with our child has me thrusting faster, harder.

“Come on my cock, bunny,” I beg, the muscles on my arms bunching beneath the surface. “Fucking milk me.”

She doesn’t stand a chance.

Pupils blown, bliss overtakes her features as her eyes go glassy. She screams her release, and her pussy clamps down on me as she moves her hips with my rhythm. Not waiting, I follow behind her quickly, letting my hot semen lash her cervix in hopes of it sticking.

Make that thirteen attempts in the last fourteen hours.

Her entire face remains lax with pleasure, the heaviness behind her eyes forcing her to flutter them closed.

“I have missed you, sweet girl.” A small, easy smile graces her lips as she rolls into my side. Well, attempts to, anyway. The I.V. stops her from moving fully, and when she ends up scratching herself, she pauses.

“No fucking way,” she says while staring at her left hand with her mouth back open, this time in shock instead of pleasure. “What is that?”

“What do you think it is?” I ask incredulously. She knows exactly what it is.

“You didn’t even ask?” She questions the tone in her voice more hurt than anything else.

“Did you ask me when you decided to run away?” She gapes at me, her face now filling with rage. That’s more like it.

“Are you my dad now? I don’t need to ask you for fucking permission!” She tries to sit up but nearly passes out again. Easing her back onto the pillow, I tuck her into my side. With minimal struggle on her part, I wrangle her still.

“No, I’m not, but with the attempts I’ve been making over the last day, I’ll be someone’s soon,” I smirk. She furrows her brows at me in confusion before the light bulb clicks.

“You fucking didn’t.”

“Oh, I fucking did.” We stare at one another, neither one of us giving in. Finally, after several long moments, she sighs and looks away.

“I hate you,” she grumbles while sneaking peeks at the diamond on her finger.

“No, you don’t,” I deny, grabbing her left hand and bringing the soft, pale skin to my lips.

“No,” she shakes her head, looking up at me with both wonder and fury. “I don’t.”

“I love you, bunny,” I finally admit, the crack in my chest pouring out for her. “You’re mine to love and have, and I refuse to stand by while you die. I did what was best for us. You can scream and be angry with me, but you’ll come to understand in due time.”

She looks away, not saying anything. Not wanting to rush her, I stare at the side of her head while she ponders in thought.

“What now?” She asks, the question barely louder than a whisper. That question is heavy. So fucking heavy that a deep breath doesn’t even help me.

“Now, we plan you a real wedding and try to figure out why the fuck your father wanted to kidnap you.”