Am I an asshole for dumping all this on her an hour after rescuing her? Yep. But do I regret a word that’s coming out of my mouth? Absolutely not.
Clara will marry me, and she will carry my babies. There’s no argument she could make that would change my mind, but the shock written all over her face as she looks over her shoulder at me is adorable.
I hook my thumbs into the waistband of her leggings and yank them down with her panties in tow. Her perfect ass is all I can see as I brush my hands over the silky soft skin. Fuck, she’s beautiful.
“Tommy, I really think we need to slow down a little.” There’s an edge of fear in her voice that I hate putting there, but if there’s anything I’ve learned about my little fawn, it’s that sometimes she needs the decision to be taken out of her hands. She overthinks everything, and while sometimes that’s a good thing, there are a lot of times it’s to her detriment.
This is one of those times.
I slap my palm down on her perfect ass and moan at the red mark that comes to the surface. “No.”
“You can’t just—” She’s cut off when two more slaps land on the globes of her ass and she hisses out a breath.
“You’re going to be a good girl for me and take your punishment, aren’t you, Clara?”
She nods against the sheets, her hands fisting into the soft fabric as I land three more hits and rub the heat in. “Yes, I’ll be a good girl.”
“And you’re going to stop trying to talk yourself out of our future, aren’t you?”
She hesitates and earns herself four smacks in rapid succession, each harder than the last. “Yes, fuck yes, I’ll stop.”
I smile and rub her cheeks gently. The skin beneath my palms is warm and I relish the feel of her. Fuck, she’s so perfect. “Good girl.”
I make quick work of discarding my pants and give my cock a few hard strokes. Jesus, I’m aching for her. It’s been too fucking long since I’ve been inside her tight heat and I need her wrapped around me almost as badly as I need my next breath.
“Tommy,” Clara whines.
“Does my dirty girl need my cock?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
“Ask nicely.”
“Please, Tommy. Please fuck me.” Her breathy moan is what does me in and I slam into her cunt to the hilt, eliciting a scream from her throat.
And for the first time since I realized she was gone, I allow myself to truly breathe. The anger and panic lashing at my insides begin to fade, and in its place, all I can see is my woman. “Jesus, Clara.”
“Please, Tommy. Fuck,” she cries out as I slam into her over and over again. I’m being too rough, especially because I didn’t warm her up, but we both need it rough and dirty right now. We need to be reminded that we have each other and nothing is ever going to tear us apart again. Because I’ll protect her with my life, with every single beat of my heart, I will keep her safe.
“Does my little whore need me to fuck her harder?”
“Yes, please fuck me.”
A primal growl claws up my throat, and I grip her hips in a punishing hold. The demon I try to hold back rises to the surface, and I allow him to take over, pumping into her so fast and hard the slapping sound of our skin is obscene, but I don’t care. I fuck her with wild abandon, too focused on filling her pretty pussy with my cum.
The tingling in the base of my spine alerts me to my impending release, and I quickly reach around and rub her clit in rough passes. “Come for me right fucking now, Clara,” I murmur against the shell of her ear. “Come for me like a good whore.”
The words drag her over the edge and her tight pussy pulses around my cock, dragging me right to the brink and over within seconds. Black spots fill my vision while my hips pump in and out of her of their own volition.
I slump over her back and press a kiss to her neck. We’re both panting, trying desperately to catch our breaths as I lift her carefully and position us on the bed, making sure not to dislodge my still-hard cock. Even if, rationally, I know my seed won’t take root, I still want her full of me for as long as possible.
I pull her back against me tightly and let out a content sigh. “You terrified me, fawn.”
“I know. I’m sorry,” she whispers.
“Never do that to me again. Never put yourself in danger like that.”
“I won’t,” she promises.
There’s silence for a few minutes. The only sound is our ragged breathing and the gentle hum of the jet engines. For the first time in my life, someone’s touch settles me rather than making me panic, and that affirms my need for her and my decision to make her mine in every single way possible.
“I’ll marry you,” Clara whispers into the quiet room. “But I’m not ready for kids yet. I never thought I’d have any and I would like some time to enjoy being together and to enjoy my career, and then when we’re both ready, we can have as many kids as you want.”
The compromise is fair. Even if I’d rather not concede, I recognize that our relationship should be a two-way street. “Okay. We’ll get married but hold off on kids.”
“And I’m painting your apartment. It looks like someone could be buried in there with all the black walls.”
I chuckle and press a gentle kiss to the back of her neck. “Whatever you want.”
And I mean it because Clara has given me everything I never knew I needed and for that, I’ll give her the whole fucking world if she asks for it.
