Page 55 of The Dire Legacy

“Kids.” He slips a lopsided grin before his lips touch my forehead.

“Oh, you want puppies? I’ve only known you a couple of days, are you sure I’m the right girl?” I need to change the subject.

His wrists lock behind me and he squeezes our naked bodies together. “You’re my one in a billion, Hope. You’re not going anywhere. I never thought it was in the cards for me to ever meet anyone in the world I could touch. So, before this moment, I never thought about children. You can be honest with me.”

My lip trembles despite my best efforts to fight it. “I don’t know if I can.”

One of his canines appears as he gives me a confused look.

I make a valid attempt to kiss it away.

His large hands cup my thighs and he lifts me up. “You’re going to tell me all about it.” Carrying me into the living room he sits on the couch with me straddling his lap.

His dick against my ass is distracting.

“No, no. First—” He raises my hips and sinks his cock into me. “—that’s a good girl. Now, explain.”

I can’t concentrate at all. He’s so big it’s like he’s tapping the back of my brain with the tip.

“Come on, tell me.” He flexes his butt, driving himself deeper and tossing me forward enough I have to brace myself on his chest.

“Mikey, I…fuck.” One hundred percent of my focus is between my legs. “What were we talking about?”

His burning palms grasp my waist and he bounces me. “All the babies I’m going to put in you while I wait.”

That’s right.

“They need more like me.” I lift myself and drop quickly making his eyes roll back and a grunt escape.

Two can play at this game.

“So after I hit puberty, they gave me some shots because they were going to harvest some of my eggs.” Up I go, but this time he guides me down with a roll.

Holy hell. The head of him rubs against a place inside that starts my legs quivering.

His gray eyes are half closed as he smirks at me. “Go on.”

Did he just flex his dick? I swear he got bigger.

“I know what they do to the kids. Even the babies.” I’ve had to cover my ears from their screams my whole life.

His movements stop and he fixes me with a stare. “Oh, man. Those people are messed up.”

“Yea, well, they try and play it off like they’re helping people. But all they’re really doing is keeping the old rich guys alive.” I wish I could have crashed the plane into their observatory.

Neither of us move, only his thumbs work slow circles above my knees.

A few heartbeats go by before he grinds into me again. “Keep talking or I’m going to make you come.”

I don’t think it’s going to take much for that to happen. My belly is tightening with every movement.

“There’s no way I’d willingly let anyone be born into that.” I want him touching me, to know that he still accepts me after what I say next.

My hands cover his as I pull them up to my breasts. The heat that emanates into my body from the contact makes my thoughts fuzzy.

“What did they make you do?” He tips me to him, his sharp teeth teasing over one nipple while he lifts my hips so he can thrust into me again.

I’m on overload. I can’t stop my back from arching above him as my muscles spasm around him.

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