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I put the stem down and pull her onto my lap.

“You’re hard again,” she says softly.

“It’s what you do to me,” I say, enjoying the pressure from my cock being squeezed between her back and my body.

“Is that what being yours means?” she asks, turning to face me. I reach back for another strawberry to fill those pretty pink lips.

I listen for the popping sound of the fruit as her teeth sink into it before I answer.

“I hunger for you,” I say. “And only I have access to you. Only I get to look at you, and I will show anyone else who dares to look at you that I own you.”

She leans back against me and sighs, content. I love the sound of her soft breath.

“Is that alright with you?” I ask.

“Fuck yes,” she murmurs, opening her mouth for another strawberry.

Fuck yes.

Chapter Seven

Marie

It’s been two weeks since Conner took me on the best date of my life and took my virginity. It’s been a whirlwind, where every night and day, he claims me, over and over again, showing me what it means to be his in new and erotic ways. Each day we spend together, worshiping each other, is a day bringing us closer to the time my parents return. I don’t know what will happen when they do, but I know that I don’t want to think about it. For now, I’ve been claimed as Conner’s, and there is nothing more I could want than to be reminded of that fact every waking moment.

My plans with my friends have melted away, and Cam has been almost entirely forgotten. All I think about, all I want is Conner. My friends will get to meet him one day, and I’m sure one day I’ll want to see my friends again. But for now, I’m basking in the glow of this fantasy-turned-reality, of my entire world becoming whatever it is that is going on with Conner.

Today he’s away from the house. It’s something to do with business and future clients, he said. I stay put, feeling zero reason to go anywhere or do anything without him, and knowing that I don’t need to be involved in his work meetings. It’s not that he’s told me to stay put, but that I know he likes it when I do, and I have no desire to do anything other than lounge in the back yard, soak up some sun, and wait for him to come back.

It’s been like playing house with him, this time while my parents have been away. We have the house to ourselves, and have had sex in just about every room of the house.

Conner, as it turns out, is a whizz in the kitchen, and has cooked for me every night, insisting that he feed me whatever dessert he has on offer, and I indulge him, loving the pampering. We take baths together and he washes my hair, soaps my back, and treats me like I’m the most precious thing in the world.

This is what it means to be claimed by him to belong to him. And I don’t want to experience anything else again.

Though one niggling feeling has been tugging at me over the last couple of days.

In the rush of excitement we certainly weren’t careful the first night we were together. I wasn’t anywhere close to thinking about protection. All I could focus on was my aching need for him to be inside of me, to take me and do what he wanted with me. And oh god how that need was fulfilled in bulk.

But we should have been more careful. The thought didn’t occurred to me until the next day, when the headiness of the night wore off and my usually logical mind returned to me with the freshness of the new day.

As I woke up, realizing that he had ravaged me all through the night, fucking me deeply until I was swollen yet still wanting more, not once had he worn a condom. I wondered if he knew something I didn’t, that he’d had a vasectomy or something along those lines. I didn’t want that to be true, and I still don’t. I want to have a future with him, to grow round with his child one day. But it wasn’t anything we had talked about. And while those thoughts were mulling over in my mind, he pulled me close to him and pushed himself so deep into me that I lost all train of thought other than how much harder his morning erection seemed to be, and how that could that even be possible?

By the third day together, the hotel long left behind, I figured that he had come inside me so many times, any damage that could be done was likely done.

Now, as I lay in the sun, thinking about the dates on the calendar, that my period should be starting soon, I wonder if I’m going to have it at all. I wonder what I even think about the idea that maybe, just maybe, I’m pregnant with Conner’s baby.

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