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Her orgasm hits immediately—back arching, inner walls spasming around my shaft.
The sensation of her cunt clenching around me shatters my control.
I bury myself deep, grinding against her as my orgasm tears through me. Hot spurts of cum pump into her willing body while I grip her hips hard enough to bruise.
“Fuck yes.” I don’t stop moving, don’t pull back even slightly. Just keep grinding, making sure every drop goes exactly where it belongs. “Taking it so well. Such a good girl.”
Her fingers still work her clit, drawing out her pleasure while I fill her. Those ice-blue eyes lock onto mine, pupils blown wide with satisfaction.
“Going to keep you full of my cum.” I rock deeper, feeling my release coating her inner walls. “Every single day until your belly swells with my baby.”
She whimpers, her free hand clutching at my bicep.
“You want that?” I pull back slightly before slamming home again, mixing our fluids. “Want me to breed you properly? Knock you up so everyone knows you’re mine?”
“Yes.” The word comes out broken, desperate. “Want it.”
I lean down, teeth scraping along her throat while my hips keep moving in shallow thrusts. Making sure nothing escapes. “Going to pump you full every night. Morning too. Whenever I fucking want.”
Her inner walls flutter around me at the promise.
“Going to watch your tits get bigger.” My hand slides up to cup her breast, thumb brushing over her nipple. “Watch your belly grow round with my kid. Everyone will know exactly who bred you.”
“Alexi.” My name on her lips sounds like a prayer and a curse simultaneously.
I capture her mouth in a brutal kiss, swallowing her moans while my cock twitches inside her—still hard despite justcoming. The breeding talk affects me almost as much as it does her.
“Not letting you take those pills anymore.” I pull back to watch her face. “Going to keep my cum inside you until it takes. Understand?”
Her hand finally stops moving on her clit, trembling against her stomach. “Yes.”
“Good girl.” I kiss her again, softer this time, but no less possessive. “My perfect, brilliant girl.”
I stay buried inside her, keeping her plugged full of my release.
And God help me; I never want to leave.
32
IRIS
The warning alarm wakes me at 3 AM.
Not the general compound alert—the perimeter sensors. Which means someone’s close enough to trigger the outer motion detectors.
Alexi’s already moving with military precision, sliding out from between my legs. His cock slips free, leaving me empty and cold.
“Stay here.” He pulls on tactical pants in seconds. “Lock the door behind me.”
“Like hell.” I’m already reaching for my clothes. “If Sentinel’s probing, they’re looking for digital weaknesses too.”
His jaw tightens, but he doesn’t argue because he knows I’m right.
We dress in silence—him in full tactical gear, me in dark clothing that won’t stand out. I pull up the compound’s security feed on my phone.
Three unmarked SUVs are crawling toward the northern perimeter. Black paint, tinted windows, no plates.
Sentinel.
