Page 24 of Stalked By the Farmer

He grins, all masculine satisfaction. "Good girl."

In one smooth thrust, he sinks into me, stretching and filling me so completely I cry out.

Conner stills, buried to the hilt. "Shh. Don't wake the kids."

He starts moving then, deep, languid strokes that make my toes curl.

"Feel so good," he grunts. "So tight and wet. Perfect."

His praise only spurs my arousal higher. I rock my hips up to meet his thrusts, chasing the building pleasure.

Conner pins my wrists above my head, assuming complete control. "Easy," he warns. "I'm in charge here."

I whimper but go still beneath him, submitting to his dominance.

He rewards me with a deep, claiming kiss, his tongue sweeping into my mouth in time with his hips.

The pleasure coils tighter and tighter inside me until I'm trembling on the edge of release.

"Come for me," Conner growls. "Now."

His command pushes me over, and I shatter around him with a cry muffled by his mouth.

He follows soon after, spilling into me with a groan.

Panting, Conner collapses beside me and pulls me into his arms.

I nestle against his chest, sated and content.

"I love you," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my hair.

"I love you too," I say.

In this moment, wrapped in Conner's embrace, I feel happier than I ever dreamed I could be.

We built this life together through hard work and determination, forging something real and lasting.

Our farm, our family, our love—they're my heart, my home, my everything.

I let my eyes drift shut, lulled by the steady beat of Conner's heart.

Tomorrow we'll wake with the sun and get back to work, but for now, I'm happy just lying here in the quiet dark, cherishing this perfect peace.

Conner's hand slides down to rest on my lower belly, his touch possessive.

"Think it took this time?" he asks.

I blink up at him. "What?"

His eyes gleam with hunger. "Do you think you're pregnant again?"

Heat floods my cheeks as I understand.

Ever since the birth of our first child, Conner's been obsessed with getting me pregnant again.

He loves watching my body change, loves seeing the evidence of his claim on me.

I squirm under his gaze, torn between discomfort and arousal.

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