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“You showed me the way to happiness. You see me for who I am and how I am. And for whatever reason, you still want me.”

Reaching between them she gripped his cock and squeezed.

“I’ve found my way because of you, Dianna. I will always want you.”

She pumped and smiled as she kissed him. “Good. Now fuck me so we can discuss what we do next to keep our family safe from that bastard.”

Chapter12

Jeremy thrust deep into the woman spread as wide as possible beneath him. Her pussy taking his cock like it had been created for him only. He’d slapped his name on it, formed it to fit his cock and swore he was the last man to be anywhere near it.

He’d wanted to take it slow. Make love to her. Be tender and gentle with this incredible woman who had been through hell.

But then she’d rolled her hips taking him deep and begged for harder. He couldn’t deny either of them that because he needed it as much as she did.

His dick was hard, thick, hot, and full of a seed that would release inside her. So much so it would drip down her thighs when he finally decided to let her up from the bed. He punched his hand into her hair, wrapping the strands around his fist and twisting. The move jerked her up enough she was helpless beneath him.

In the darkness of the room he could still see her expression and the need there would have taken him to the floor had he been standing. Complete need and trust. And her submission, she belonged to him.

This strong woman who ran toward danger, who held men’s balls in her hand with her no bullshit attitude, only for him would she do this. Only for him would she give him complete control.

His hips worked faster, driving deeper, harder, making it so he didn’t have a clue as to where he ended and she began. He settled her good hand on her breast and he hissed as she pinched her own nipples, tugging and twisting as he continued to fuck her.

Shifting his weight, he gripped her ass, fingertips sinking into the cleft of her ass. Dianna whimpered bucking into him more.

“You want that don’t you, baby. You want me to fuck you here.” He pushed his middle finger into the puckered hole, wanting to feel that clenching around his cock. And soon.

But not now.He wasn’t pulling out of her pussy even if intruders kicked in the door. Not until she smelled like him,everywhere.

“Yes. Whatever you want.” Her voice was high pitched, panting.

“Tell me,” he growled, knowing his grip would leave marks on her smooth skin.

“Yes!”

“Words, damnit. Give me the fucking words.” He fucked her harder, the headboard slamming against the wall, knocking pictures off. He didn’t care. “Tell me who. You. Belong. To.”

Her body tightened, tensing and he knew she was close. The velvet walls of her pussy rippled around his cock. She slammed her cast against his upper arm and he didn’t care, didn’t even slow his strokes. He wouldn’t stop, not until she gave him what he wanted. That was his goal. Until the words he needed, to help him find his way to keep her with him, he would stay buried inside her.

Pulling her up to him he nipped her bottom lip causing her to gasp, then he sank his tongue deep, sweeping through her mouth, licking everywhere he could. Her taste wound into him, tying them together further. He wanted everything with her. Heneededeverything with her.

She was his world and he was new at this mating thing but he would show her, daily, how things could be if she would fucking tell him what he needed to hear. His cat roared within him and his fangs slid down once more.

“Tell me, Dianna. I’m not stopping until I hear the words.” Sweat ran down his body and fell onto her. He ground into her clit with every forward drive of his hips. Lifting her up so his angle to pound into her increased, he refused to relent.

Winded and out of breath, she gave a mixture of a gasp and a chuckle. “If that’s a threat, you’re way off base and need a different tactic. Why thehellwould I want you tostopfucking me?”

Lips to lips he breathed her in like he needed her to live. In a sense, he did.

“Tell me.” He heard a bit of vulnerability in his tone but he didn’t care. This was the one woman he would bear his soul to, she owned him.

Completely.

“Yours.”

“Come for me. Comewithme.”

She listened and he hollered as her tight muscles flexing around him dragged him over the edge. He dragged his fangs along her shoulder and sank them deep, reopening her healing mark. Then he filled her full of his seed.

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