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“Ah.” My thigh takes the brunt of the movement, but I land so hard it loosens the knot at my throat.

Barron’s over me, filling me, his hips shifting against mine, driving his thick length into me with one powerful thrust after another.

The strength of him rocks me against the cushions. My lids flutter closed as I’m inundated by raw sensation. I’m so wet. The slick, obscene sound of his relentless strokes is building more and more pressure in me.

He places his arm out to brace himself above me; his other hand comes to circle my throat. I open my eyes, bewildered, vulnerable under a man who claimed me. My pulse slams against his palm as I watch him.

“You goddamn well belong to me,” he grits out between clenched teeth. “With me. To me.” He punctuates the words with a sharp slap of his hips. “Don’t you fucking forget that, Abigail.”

His words echo in my head with the rhythmic pounding of his body against mine.

I hold on to his sides as the pressure goes higher, wider, making me dig my nails into his skin as everything within me shatters in a marvelous explosion.

Don’t you fucking forget that.

Pleasure rushes through me as he goes faster…harder…my inner muscles rippling along his length as he grinds against me.

He rubs his thumb against my chin, breathing heavily yet looking utterly satisfied. “Wherever I am, you’ll be, and it’s not because of money changing hands. It’s not because of some goddamn agreement. It’s because you gave yourself to me.”

My heart clenches at the sheer certainty of his statement. I nod in agreement, a smile playing at my lips.

I feel grounded, steady, and accepted, maybe for the first time in my life. Funny that it would happen out at sea, on a ship, with Barron McClelland’s cock buried inside me.

Chapter Forty-Four

Barron

The gentle smile playing at the corners of Abigail’s lips tugs at my heart in a way I didn’t think was possible.

A few minutes ago, I was in a blind fury, ready to tear her damn door off the hinges. Now, with her soft curves molded against me, all I want to do is hold her and keep her forever.

My palm still tingles with the satisfying crack that filled the air when it connected with her ass cheek. I wish I’d had the forethought to flip her and see the outline of my hand on her ass.

But I was spurred on by the flare of possession. I needed to fuck her, to own her, to show her she’s mine in every way possible.

Imagining her belly swelling with my child sparks an unexpected rush of warmth in my soul.

I settle on my elbows, keeping my cock buried inside her, keeping my seed there to insure my claim.

“So.” Abigail pauses. “Are you doing the boudoir shoot again…with someone else?” she asks, pressing her lips into a thin line.

I lean in, nuzzling her neck, enjoying how her breasts are flattened against me. “Are you jealous, little one?”

“You threw around a lot ofmine-ing to end up avoiding my question,” she points out, managing a rather admirable tone of disapproval.

“No,” I reply with a lazy rumble as I graze her neck with my teeth. “I wouldn’t have done it the first time if you weren’t such a damn temptation.”

Appeased, she turns, giving me more access to the curve of her neck. I take full advantage, exploring the sensitive skin down across her shoulder.

“I thought you hated me,” she says softly.

The quiet admission has a sobering effect. I lean away a few inches to meet her wary gaze head-on.

“No, I didn’t hate you,” I reply emphatically, so she’ll see the truth in my words. “But I was angry at you for what I thought you were doing to my mother.”

“I understand,” she says quietly.

Of course she would understand. She stood faithfully by her side, protecting her when she couldn’t protect herself.

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