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“I know it’s not the greatest. I’m used to forging bigger things like knives. Little things like this are a bitch to get right.”

She picked the ring up and stared at it. He waited for her reaction, hoping she wasn’t disappointed. He could buy her anything in the world, but this meant more to him. “It’s perfect.”

Forge couldn’t help but smile. “Good. I made it just for you, baby girl. It means forever.”

“I definitely want forever with you.”

She slipped it on her ring finger, and they kissed—soft, sweet, vulnerable. He wore his armor every day of his life. Beth was the only person to see him exposed. He wasn’t sure if that should terrify him or not.

Chapter Nine

“What’s this one?” Beth asked.

“It was a gunshot.”

She frowned.

For the past half an hour, she’d been poking at all of his scars. Each one telling a different story. All of them just as scary as the last.

“Stop worrying.”

“It’s kind of hard not to.” She nibbled on her lip. “Don’t you ever get afraid?”

Forge rolled over and sat up. He grabbed her hips and she released a little squeak as he got her to straddle his lap. “There, that’s better.”

The hard ridge of his cock pressed against her pussy. She was still sore from yesterday but she wanted to feel him all over again. She thought she’d feel some loss and sadness over losing her virginity but there was nothing. No feeling.

She belonged to Forge now, and that, for her, was exactly how it should be.

He ran his hands from her ass, up to her head, and back down again. He paid close attention to her butt, massaging the cheeks. His touch fueled her arousal.

She wanted him again. There was no denying her need for him.

“Answer me,” she said.

“Let’s see, do I ever get afraid? No, I don’t. Not until you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah. When I discovered you’d been taken, I didn’t think I could breathe. I promised to protect you. You’re mine and I told you you’d be safe. You should have been able to go anywhere, be anywhere. They took you from me and I was scared you’d be lost to me forever.”

“But I’m not. I’m right here with you.” She kissed his lips.

His cock swelled even more and she moaned.

“I’m not a fucking animal. Tell me to stop and I will.”

“I don’t want you to stop.”

Forge smirked. “Did you like me inside you?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to be inside you again?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me, let me hear those dirty words on your lips.”


Tags: Sam Crescent, Stacey Espino Breeding Season Erotic