Page 24 of Forbidden Heat

“Okay.” She watches me as I take my cock in hand and rub the tip of it through her slippery folds. “No more cuffs?”

“Not right now.” We’ll have plenty of opportunities to play those games. Normally, the game is everything, but I love how she reacts to me. I want to see what she does when she’s unrestrained.

Her breath goes shallow as I keep stroking her, coating myself in her readiness. Then I’m pushing inside, sinking into her hot velvet depths, watching as her eyes glaze over with pleasure.

“Haley.” I kiss her, deeply, as I work my way inside her. She’s so tight that even as wet as she is, I need to take my time.

Finally, her perfect cunt contains me, gripping my cock so tightly it’s almost painful. Which is only apt. She strokes my hair, her eyes roaming my face, and I have to claim her mouth again, my hunger for her sweetness even stronger now.

I could kiss her for hours, but we finally come up for air. Keeping ahold of her hips so we stay connected, I go up on my knees, so her ass is on my upper thighs, her calves against my biceps. It lets me see the place where our bodies are joined.

My hips flex and I start to move, sliding slowly out of her, then back in. I watch it happen, watch her sweet pussy swallowing my cock over and over, then shift my gaze to her face. She’s radiant, glowing, impossibly beautiful.

I settle into that slow, steady rhythm, prepared for a marathon sex session. A few minutes later, the urge seizes me. I’ve never felt it before, but I know exactly what it is. It rises from the primitive depths of my brain and demands to be heard.

In my mind’s eye, Haley’s softly rounded belly grows and swells until she’s bursting with baby. My baby. The one my body wants to plant in her, right now.

Instinct takes over. I move over her again, holding myself up on one arm, and increase my pace. She wraps her legs around me, welcoming me, inviting me.

I go faster, and faster, until I’m fucking her hard, the slap of our bodies meeting echoing through the room. Her nails score my back and it spurs me on.

“Cam!” she pants. “Don’t stop!” I don’t ever want to stop, but I have to finish, have to pour myself out inside her, fill her with my seed.

My hips piston, drilling into her, Haley’s cries a sweet music that sings through my veins. They get loud, and then louder, until she gasps, tightens around me, and flings her head back as her orgasm hits.

I fuck her hard while she comes, driving her up and over again, and it’s still not enough. That ancient need is hounding me, ordering me to finish. Finally I get there, and she does too, yet again, for double ecstasy as we come together.

“Haley,” I groan, burying my face in her hair as I empty myself into her. “Fuck, Haley.”

My body wants to collapse on her and never move, but as soon as I can, I roll us over and tuck her close, stroking her hair. She wraps her arms around me and burrows into me, and we float away on the afterglow.

It’s some time later when my eyes open. Beyond the overwhelming physical release, and the fierce satisfaction of finally claiming her, I can sense a hollow regret, faint but unmistakable.

She’s not going to get pregnant; odds are her birth control will do the trick. And my newly awakened mating instinct says that’s not good enough.

Nothing will be good enough until Haley Morgan is huge with my child.

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