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With one hand clenched around the base, I directed my unwieldy length, pushing up until my engorged, angry head was rammed against her entrance. I could feel every move she made go right through me, and I pushed into her with as much restraint as I could muster.

My hand went to her clit again and my fingers found her nub, rubbing hard until I felt her walls start to flutter around me, relaxing some of their sweet tightness. A fresh flood of her juices eased my way inside.

Becca cried out as I thrust into her, pushing through the resistance of her virginity, and I drove down against her clit again, determined to smooth the pain of my entrance with pleasure. Her breathing hitched faster, and after a moment, her hips began to move in time with mine as though she didn’t want to let my cock even a millimeter out of her.

Her groan came through hot and languid as I picked up the pace, all of that tension eased out of her like she wanted to melt against me, and I thrust in again with a deep, long stroke, pushing more of my length into her with each passing turn.

I was a few inches shy of hilt deep when I bottomed out inside her, and Becca’s eyes flared wider, her mouth hanging open like she didn’t know how to process the pleasure.

“Oh my God. Why didn’t anybody tell me it was like this?”

I growled at that idea, pounding into her harder to make her moans tumble from her mouth all over again.

“It’s you and me. That’s what it is.”

No one had ever felt as good as her. It was like my cock was made to be inside her, made to fill her with my seed, so she could birth our children and be mine for the rest of our lives. No one else had any right to ever touch her.

I groaned as Becca clenched around me, gasping and arching under me on another orgasm that stretched on. Breathless and desperate for release, my whole body tensed, balls drawing up towards my body as she moaned out my name, smothering my face with kisses while she trembled around me.

I came hard enough my eyes rolled back, rutting into her like some kind of animal whose only purpose was to impregnate his mate.

That’s what she was. I could see that now, in a moment of sudden clarity as my balls emptied into her in long streams of come, this was no fleeting attraction. We were going to mate for life.

CHAPTER 19

Becca

I’d always been a light sleeper, and with my head swirling around with so many thoughts, it had taken me ages to drop off, despite the heavy satisfaction of my body. I still felt the stretch of him and I knew my body had changed forever, just to take him inside me. It was a perfect thought.

I wasn’t used to the bed at his Mama’s yet, and my body was still craving the mattress I’d gotten used to back on campus. This was another mattress entirely, but it wasn’t only that that kept me awake. I was curled against him, aware of every breath he took and the feel of his skin against mine.

It felt like Christmas morning being here with Ivan and I didn’t want to waste it by being unconscious. It was odd sharing blankets and space with another warm body, but I felt instantly at ease curled against Ivan’s side.

This was my dream come true, being here with Ivan. But I’d never expected a shadow life surrounding the man I’d been so obsessed with. I’d always known him as someone good through and through, but maybe that wasn’t entirely true.

Lying next to Ivan was where I’d dreamed of sleeping so many times and now that I was here I almost couldn’t believe it was real. I didn’t dare shut my eyes, in case when I opened them again, I’d wake up for real, but exhaustion took the decision away from me.

I woke up thinking I was still dreaming, because I could hear the low, familiar tone of Ivan’s voice rumbling softly from a little ways away. But he wasn’t beside me, and the irritation of not quite being able to make out his words was too strong for any dream.

With another blink into the pins and needles blackness, tracing the outline of the unfamiliar ceiling light with my eyes, I realized it wasn’t a dream.

The sweet aches of my body told me I hadn’t made anything up, and I still had the smell of him all over me.

I sat up slowly, blinking around me to get my bearings and I slipped out of bed, pulling on one of Ivan’s shirts, before I padded out into the hall to find him. It fit me like an oversized dress. But I was pretty sure he’d enjoy seeing me in it all the same.

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