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Electra reaches for me, silently asking for more, and I lean in, devouring her mouth as I climax deep inside her with few last hard thrusts.

Fuck knows if she’s on birth control and I don’t give a damn.

No, scratch that, I do and she better not fucking be on any. It’s the first time I’ve ever considered such a thing. Hell, before Electra I was adamant about not having kids, the fear of what happened to my own mother too strong but somehow this girl overrides all of my codes and pre-programmed settings. She’s the glitch to my brain and I don’t mind one bit.

I pull out slowly and sit back, obsessed with the sight before my eyes. Electra wanton and sated as my cum slowly leaks out of her.

“My beautiful mess,” I whisper, planting a soft kiss to her clit and she gasps, watching me with fascination. “But we can’t have that,” I add and I plug her pussy with my finger, fucking my cum right back into her.

“Are you trying to get me pregnant, Exton?” she asks playfully, her words teasing as her lashes flutter in bliss.

“Yes.” I kiss the inside of her thigh.

Those pretty eyes snap open, her breaths pick up and her tongue peeks out, licking her bottom lip. “I’m on birth control.”

A normal person would consider this a good thing. Neither one of us needs this right now, but I’m not it. I’m unhinged around her and all I know is that I want this belly swollen with my baby. That’s it.

“Get off it, Electra.”

“You…Exton…You’re insane!” Her eyes are wide.

“Mm-hmm.”

“Y-you want a baby with me?”

That fear is back in her eyes, and I know I’m the one who put it there.Damn it, get that stupid caveman under control, Exton. I quickly get up, pulling her into my arms. “I do.” I kiss her. “But I can wait. For as long as you need, I’ll wait.”

“Okay,” she whispers. “But I still think you’re insane.”

“Only for you.”

We spend the rest of the day avoiding the outside world. Avoiding making the calls we need to make. Avoiding anyone and everything, just breathing in each other and what finally transpired.

She’s mine. I’m hers.

There are still a million questions we need to deal with but for now, I’d like to be blissfully unaware of them.

29

A warning or a welcome

Electra

“Do you really haveto call her?” Exton asks, eyeing the phone in my hand with twisted lips. We’re sitting in the kitchen where he fed me breakfast as usual after fucking me once more in the shower.

Or well, I demanded he does after seeing every mark he left on my skin. Fucking savage, he is. And of course, I had to be turned on immediately upon seeing them, running my fingers over the teeth indents and blood welts, feeling possessive of them. Fucking insane, I am.

“Yes.” I laugh. “I do.”

“She will gloat.”

“Oh, you mean like you do?”

“Yeah, but I actually deserve it.”

“But you actually wouldn’t be here without her.”

“Fine,” he relents after a few beats. “Fine, call the terminator.”

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