I just found him.
We just found each other.
“W-what are you doing?”
A sigh escapes him, his eyes slowly losing their lust-drunk look. “Taking you home.”
“What, why?”
“Because you need to get away from me.”
I squeeze my limbs around him. “I do not need to get away from you.”
Another sigh and a shake of his head. “Was being greedy anyway.”
“You —”
“You just lost your cherry last night,” he continues. “Can’t fuck you yet.”
“Why not?”
“Because you need your rest.”
“I do not,” I tell him, squeezing him again. “What I need is your dick.”
“Echo —”
“And whatyouneed is my pussy,” I say, writhing against his dick that’s still hard and I think throbbing as well, to make my point.
His nostrils flare. “No.”
I frown, incredulous. “You don’t mean that. You can’t mean that. We have to have sex.”
A tiny hint of amusement shines through in his hard eyes. “No, we don’thaveto have sex. Come on.”
He tries to move away again, and of course I don’t let him go.
I grab his face in my hands and make him look at me. “Listen, you don’t need a condom, Reign. You —”
“Yes, I do.”
“No, you don’t,” I insist. “Because —”
“Because,” he cuts me off, squeezing me now, flexing his arms around my tiny body, “you’ve lost your fucking mind and forgotten what I told you. You’veforgottenthat if given the chance, I’d do everything in my power to get you fucking pregnant. Every fucking thing in my power to make my sick and twisted fantasy come true.”
“What, what fantasy?”
He goes silent then.
His nostrils flaring, his eyes flickering with something.
“Reign.” I lick my lips. “What fantasy?”
“It’s nothing.”
“No, tell me. You have…fantasiesabout getting me… pregnant?”
The p word makes me shiver. It also makes me ragingly horny.