Page 128 of Connor's Claim

He kissed me like his world started and ended with me. Like he’d been deprived of all things essential until now. I clung to him. Kissed him back. Moaned with need as he shifted down my body.

“Clothes off.” His fingers slid under my waistband, and he yanked down my old, paint-spattered shorts and underwear.

I let him strip me, my eyes wide at the blood that ran off him and swirled pink with the water down the drain.

Then his mouth glued to the juncture of my thighs, and my eyelids shuttered closed. The water raining down on us hit my chest so my nipples hardened, and I palmed my breasts, caressing myself in time with his licks and sucks.

I loved his demands. There was nothing better than him playing with my body, and this time, there was no tease. He needed to take from me. I was more than willing to give. I had no choice over it. Stroke after stroke of his tongue brought me to the edge faster than I could have myself. Then I was flying over it, shaking with the orgasm he’d delivered so perfectly.

I hadn’t come down to earth when he jumped up and spun me around to face the wall. His clothes hit the shower floor in wet thuds, then he was crowding me from behind, his dick sliding against my ass then going lower. I pushed my backside out to graze his hard body, and he groaned then filled me with a single thrust.

I was so sensitive from what he’d already done that I gasped out, and my pussy fluttered around his thick intrusion.

“Pretty little temptress, I’ve been dreaming about being inside ye all day. Ye feel so good. Ye feel like home.”

His tattooed hands came around me to grasp my breasts, then he used the position to fuck into me deep and slow. A rolling, hypnotic claiming of my body by his.

My whole being focused on where we joined. The fit perfect.

“I love you,” I told him.

“You’re everything to me. I’d do anything to keep ye safe.”

He surged with each word, picking up pace until he was slamming into me over and over. His frenzy charged me up. Not just his actions on my body and how he speared me open, but his words, too. He knew every one of my fears and withouthesitation would stand in front of me against them all. Connor was safety for me. Everything I’d ever wanted or needed.

“Need to come,” he gritted out.

He caught my jaw with his fingers and brought my face around to receive his kiss. He broke away to groan, then his dick pulsed inside me. I loved that feeling so much. Adored his tight hold on me and how beautifully he broke. My sound of pleasure echoed his, but then my body delivered another soul-shattering orgasm that had me stunned to silence.

Shower water pattered down around us. We breathed together, still connected, needing the closeness.

Eventually, Connor pulled out. He lathered up a flannel and cleaned us both, me first, then the bloody remainder of his day’s work off him.

After, I sat on the bed in my silk robe and towel dried my hair, my teeth worrying my lip. If he’d come home potent with need, I had something to share of my own.

“I bought a test kit today.”

At the wardrobe, and in only low-slung sweats, Connor twisted to face me. “Ye left the warehouse?” Then he blinked. “Wait, a pregnancy test kit?”

“I had it delivered, and yep, the little blue lines kind.”

We’d stopped playing with sedatives by unspoken decision—I hadn’t asked and he hadn’t offered. We both knew the baby-shaped risks of what we’d done and how sedatives wouldn’t be safe. The amount of unprotected sex we’d had was wild, and Connor had to be on me and in me multiple times a day. Ahead of going out to work, he’d fuck me, command me to lie in bed with my legs raised, bring me a book and a snack, then an hour later text me to demand I spread my legs and orgasm again.

I’d obey him every time.

His lips lifted in the corner, then he masked the emotion. “Did ye take it?”

“It’s still in the box.” A rush of nervous heat swept through me. “I know this is a bad time, and we’re in mourning.”

“It would never be bad timing.”

I stared at him, my nerves growing. “Are you sure? Should I take it now? What if it’s negative?”

Slowly, he inclined his head, following my train of thought.

A baby would be a wonderful thing. But hope was dangerous when it came as a solution to grief. I didn’t want to hurt him.

“You’re worried for my sake,” he concluded. Nodding to himself, he moved over and took my hand. “Come with me.”

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