Page 9 of Stalked By the Zookeeper

And I melt.

Heat surges through me, his words igniting something primal and undeniable. My heart doesn't just melt. It's molten, reshaped by the intensity of his confession.

Bradley, with his rugged build and piercing blue eyes, is obsessed with me.

Me. The girl who spends her days dreaming of animal rescues and veterinary medicine.

"Bradley..." My voice is a breathless whisper, my body moving on its own accord as I close the distance between us. His arms are my sanctuary, and as I throw myself into them, the world outside the tiger pen ceases to exist.

His embrace is a fortress, strong and unyielding, yet there’s a tremble in his hold, an echo of the vulnerability he's just shown. He's been watching me, wanting me, and here in this moment of raw honesty, I can't deny the thrill that courses through me.

"Obsessed, huh?" I tease, but there's no mistaking the adoration lacing my words. "Well, you've got competition, because you're all I can think about too."

He chuckles, a deep sound that resonates against my skin. "Is that so?" There's a possessive edge to his question, one that sends shivers of desire down my spine.

"Bradley," I say, our faces so close I can feel his breath mingle with mine. "I'm yours. Completely, irrevocably, forever yours."

"Forever's a long time, Sabrina. You better not say it if you don’t mean it because swear to God, baby, I’m going to hold you to that. I’m not going to stop until I’ve got a ring on your finger and a baby in your belly."

My tummy does a little flip at his words.

"Good," I retort, my hands finding their way to the tousled dark hair at the nape of his neck. "Because I don't want a day without you ever again."

"Promise me," he demands, his gravelly voice like a caress.

"Promise," I breathe out, sealing the vow with a kiss that speaks of passion, commitment, and all the love I feel in my heart for him. “I love you.”

His voice is rough as sandpaper as he buries his face in my neck. “I love you too, baby.”

EPILOGUE

Six months later

Bradley

I pull Sabrina close, our skin slick with the heat of late summer and something far more primal. The evening air drifts through the window, but it's nothing compared to the storm brewing between us.

"God, I love the way you look at me," I growl low, my hands roaming over her curves like she's territory I'm claiming all over again. Her breath hitches, and I can tell she's ready for me, for us. "Like you're hungry for me."

"Always," she whispers, her eyes locked on mine, a spark of mischief dancing in their hazel depths.

I push her gently onto the bed, our bed, where we've tangled and tasted countless times.

But it never gets old—each touch is electric, new, a promise of forever whispered against her skin. "You know what I want?" I murmur as I trail kisses down her neck, savoring the little sounds she makes.

"Tell me," she breathes out, running her fingers through my hair, sending shivers down my spine.

I nip at her collarbone, then soothe the sting with my tongue. "I want to breed you, Sabrina. Fill you up until there's no question that you're mine." My words are deliberate, heavy with desire, and I mean every damn syllable.

Sabrina's legs wrap around me, pulling me closer. "Yes, Bradley. Please," she gasps out, and that's all the permission I need.

We move together, my cock plunging in and out of her, stroking her from the inside out in the way I know she loves, fueled by raw need and something deeper—a connection that goes beyond flesh.

As I thrust into her, I can't help but imagine the life we'll create, the love we'll pour into a new soul. It's a thought that drives me harder, deeper, until we're both on the edge of something monumental.

"Bradley," she moans, her body tensing, and I know she's right there with me.

"Come with me, baby," I urge, and we crest together, waves of pleasure crashing over us, leaving us breathless and clinging to each other in the aftermath.

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