Page 110 of Connor's Claim

“What inspired the word choice?”

“It was all the things we had. Everything ye listed when I had no choice but to listen, and all ye should’ve been sure of when it came to me. I placed each where it could be hidden under formal clothes, if ye wanted. Even if you’re wearing these out for any fucker to see.” I squeezed her breast.

“Mine. Wanted. Needed. Owned. Claimed. Free.” She paused over the last. The one on her hip. “Loved.”

I rolled her onto her back, fitting myself between her legs. “As declarations of love go, how did I do?”

Her dazzled gaze held mine. “Say that word again.”

“Declaration?”

She smacked my chest.

“Love,” I countered, and my pulse raced. “I loved ye at first sight and I never stopped. I wanted ye, needed ye, all those words were my world.”

“God, Connor.” Everly pulled me in for another kiss that had our hands entwined.

Me bucking against her curves.

Our hearts thumping to the same beat.

A few minutes on and our clothes had gone. She kissed down my body to explore me fully, her tongue teasing my piercing, permission granted for her to do whatever she wanted to me now.

Until need beat out everything else. I threw her onto her back and pushed inside her while fusing my mouth to hers. The waywe moved together mirrored our first time, when control and method gave way to sheer need, and I buried myself in her over and again, claiming each soft sound and happy sigh.

When Everly came, I followed after, clutching her to me and at a loss for words.

It was fine. She had some for me.

“I need to tell you something, too.” She gave a sly grin. “Fake or otherwise, I tossed my contraceptive pills. Haven’t taken one in days.”

I groaned and brought my fingers to the place we were still joined. “All this cum is going to get to work on ye.” I started getting hard again, hooked on the idea. “Claim ye on the inside like I did with your body.”

She laughed.

It was dark the next time we noticed, and I couldn’t think of anything but her.

Chapter 38

Everly

Stretching to click on the bedside lamp, I huffed in surprise at Connor’s lips taking my nipple. He brought me back to settle against him and toyed with me, idly loving on my breasts like he’d done the rest of me for the past couple of hours.

Happiness had me giddy. I didn’t want this to stop.

“Why did you ask my father about my mother?”

“When ye were taken, I was at my mother’s house. She passed on a rumour that he’d killed her. I thought she was full of it and still do.”

I hummed agreement and moved on. “What deal did my father make with you?”

“My services for his organisational powers in order to clean up Deadwater’s streets. He pulled strings to enable the cops, the gangs, and yours truly to dance to his tune then used the reduced crime stats to prove to voters how effective he was as a leader. We already had Kenney in our pockets, Arran has dirt on him,but the mayor guaranteed anything that went over Kenney’s head came to a stop.”

My heart hurt. “And yet he used that threat to control me.”

He left my breasts to kiss and knead my belly. “This is my fault. I should’ve told ye more.”

“None of this is either of our faults,” I corrected.

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