The possessive declarations pushed me over the edge. I came hard, crying out his name, my body clenching around him in waves of pleasure so intense I couldn't breathe.
"That's it," he encouraged, his own control fraying. "Come on my cock. Show me you're mine."
His rhythm turned erratic, and then he was groaning my name, burying himself deep as he filled me. The intimacy of it, the lack of barriers between us, the knowledge that he was marking me as his, made fresh tears flow.
We stayed like that for long moments, both breathing hard, hearts racing against each other.
"I love you," he said against my hair. "Should have told you before you left. Should have fought harder."
"I love you too. That's why I came back."
He carried me to the bed, still joined, and laid us down without separating. "Not done with you yet. I need you again. And again. Need to make sure you understand what you mean to me."
"Show me."
THE SECOND TIME WASslower. He took his time undressing me, revealing skin inch by inch like unwrapping something precious. His mouth followed the path of his hands, tasting, worshipping.
"You're all mine," he murmured, spanning my waist with his large hands.
"All yours."
He kissed down my body, paying attention to places that made me gasp. By the time his mouth reached between my thighs, I was already shaking with need.
"Going to taste you," he said. "Going to make you come on my tongue, then on my fingers, then on my cock. Going to spend all night reminding you why you belong here."
He was thorough, bringing me to climax twice before finally positioning himself over me. When he entered this time, it was slow and deep, maintaining eye contact the entire time.
"I want to fill you up," he said, his voice rough with desire. "I want to see you round with my baby. I want everyone who looks at you to know you're taken. That you're mine."
"Yes." The thought sent pleasure spiraling through me. "I want that too. I want everyone to know I belong to you."
"How many?" He thrust deeper, punctuating the question.
"As many as you want to give me."
"Five." Another thrust. "Six." Deeper still. "I want this house full of children. I want you barefoot and pregnant and so thoroughly claimed that you never doubt where you belong."
The possessive fantasy should have felt overwhelming. Instead it felt right, like this was what I'd been searching for all along without knowing it.
"I want everything with you, "I gasped as he hit that perfect spot inside me.
"You'll have it. You'll have me. Forever."
We came together this time, both of us crying out, clinging to each other as pleasure crashed through us. He collapsed beside me, pulling me against his chest, and I could feel his heart hammering.
"Marry me, Kim. Let me love you properly. Let me give you everything."
"Yes." No hesitation. No doubt. "Yes, I'll marry you."
The smile that broke across his face was devastating. "When?"
"Whenever you want."
"Tomorrow."
I laughed. "We can't get married tomorrow."
"Why not? We can drive to town, get the license, find someone to marry us. I don't want to wait. Don't want to give you time to change your mind."
