Page 146 of Plug and Claim

His voice was harsh and ragged, his mouth inches from her throat. “Don’t. Tempt. Me.”

He flipped her so she was face-down and dragged her close by the hips. He’d pulled his cock out as he changed positions, but that was easily rectified, and he paused for only a second to admire her tiny pink asshole before he forced his cock back into her ass, savouring the way she squealed as it impaled her. He thrust into her again, punishing his tired body just as much as he was punishing her.

He gripped her hair and tugged her head back whilst covering her mouth with his other hand, silencing her moans as he fucked her.

“Take my cock, slut.”

She was everything he wanted, but he couldn’t bring himself to bite her, not for a second time.

Even though he loved her. He couldn’t burden her with that confession, because love represented trust, and he’d squandered the opportunity to earn hers by not being honest with her.

By keeping secrets.

Starting tomorrow morning, he would tell her everything. And then maybe, if she forgave him, they could build a bond that was stronger. She could have all of him, if she wanted.

In the meantime, she would take his cock.

I’m sorry, he thought, fucking her harder until she was screaming, until he knew he was hurting her just as much as he was making her feel pleasure. He pounded away the guilt as he pounded her ass, relishing the sound of his balls slapping against her cunt and the way she screamed his name as she came on his cock.

He roared with all his might as he slammed into her, filling her with his seed, pumping her full until it was spilling out everywhere onto the bed. Even then, he didn’t stop until she’d come a second time, because this was all for her.

He would make her dreams come true, even if he had to break her heart along the way.

By the time he was done, there was no need for a plug, because she and the mattress were covered in his cum and lying in it.

She eventually sat up, but he was too spent to move.

“Are you all right?” Kira asked as she poured them both a glass of water.

It was almost funny that she was the one asking him, but she wasn’t the one wheezing with shaking muscles.

“I’m fine,” he said, draining the glass before pulling her close. “Stay and sleep with me.”

“Up here? On your bed?” she asked coyly.

“On our bed.”

His vision danced with stars as Kira nestled against him, her warmth and fragrance bringing him solace. Their breaths mingled, as if the universe held its breath as he deliberated ruining this moment and telling her everything.

He had to. Kira deserved honesty.

But she was fast asleep, her face serene; her trust in him implicit. It would be cruel to wake her only to hurt her.

He brushed a hair from her face.

Soon, when she wakes up.

Nathaniel stayed awake, stroking Kira’s hair long. He loved that she smiled in her sleep, and he cherished the feel of her nestled against him. As soon as she woke, he would tell her.

He dozed, catching a few minutes of sleep here and there, but he felt too agitated to sleep properly.

When the dawn light grazed the tops of the birch trees outside the window, he kissed Kira’s forehead.

She murmured happily, her smile widening as she rotated onto her back, stretching and snuggling closer. She snored softly, looking content.

Suddenly, bright golden light appeared around her, and he watched in awe as she began to morph.

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