This was between her and him.

Life and death.

Possession and ownership.

She threw her head back. “You’re not hurting me. I..." I love you, I love you, I'm pregnant for you, I'm carrying your child, I love you, I love you so much! "I trust you."

He groaned, increasing his rhythm until she felt sure she’d snap in two. His guttural moan vibrated through his chest as the first ripple of need travelled down his dïck, massaging her with the fierceness ...