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I thrust once more, deep, hard, andcomeinside her—my cock jerking as I spill everything into her. Hot and thick, pulse after pulse. My vision blurs. I grip her tighter as we fall together, locked, wrecked, complete.
We stay like that for a long moment—me still inside her, her still bound, her body trembling under mine.
Eventually, I ease out of her and untie her gently, unwrapping the ropes like unsealing a treasure.
She rolls into my arms, flushed and breathless, lips swollen from the gag.
I kiss her softly.
“You’re sleeping in the ropes next time,” I whisper, brushing her hair from her damp forehead. “Tied up. Gagged. To remind you who you belong to.”
She smiles, dazed, radiant.
“I hope so.”
I pull her in, wrapping my arm around her shoulders, her head tucked beneath my chin.
“I love you,” I murmur.
She snuggles closer.
“And I loveyou,scary alien daddy.”
I grin in the dark.
And hold her while she sleeps. Bound. Sated.Mine.
CHAPTER 21
GEORGIA
Afew months have passed, but it still feels like we’ve stepped out of a war into a world made just for us.
The Ravager hums through the Badlands, its engines steady and strong. I’m in the galley, raining spice onto fresh potato hash—Lanz’s favorite. He sighs in delight as I place the plate before him, and the warmth of his smile still ignites something inside me.
Jasmine stands nearby, arms crossed over her chest. She’s wearing hardened leather armor, polished and painted. A knife sheath fastened to her thigh and a sleek Reaper pistol holstered at her waist. She’s lost none of her edge, but I see the softened lines when she thinks I’m not looking.
“You know,” I say, ladling hash onto her plate, “you’re becoming quite the Reaper.”
She shrugs, lips tight. “It’s… easier this way. Makes me feel like I belong.”
I kneel beside her, hand on her arm. “You do belong. Just… more than armor and guns, okay?”
She gives me a brief, crooked smile—more promise than thank-you.
After breakfast, we gather in the command deck. Lanz sits in the captain’s seat again—still missing an arm, still surrounded by scars, still the fiercest thing in the room. I lean against the console, heart thumping with the news swirling inside me.
He looks up at me, expression soft. “Everything okay, love?”
I swallow hard. Jasmine tenses across from us, curious but cautious.
I take a deep breath.
“I have something to tell you.”
Lanz’s hand tightens around the console edge. “You have my entire attention.”
I reach inside my shirt and squeeze the gentle swell of my belly.
