“Good. That’s the only f*****g name you say from now on. Not his. Mine.” His hips piston into me, slow and brutal. I’m opening and clamping around him at the same time. “When you wake up. When you fall asleep. When you put your hand on our baby. Mine.”
I’m clawing at his back. I can feel the welts forming under my fingernails and I couldn’t possibly care any less. I want there to be blood to mark this moment. Every other moment we’ve ever shared has blood, so why not this one?
He hisses against my ear, pleased, and bites down on the meat of my shoulder hard enough that I yelp.
“Sorry,” he murmurs, not sorry at all, licking the spot. “I’ll be gentler next time.”
I think we both know that’s a damn lie.
He hooks an arm under my knee and folds me nearly in half, sliding deeper somehow. Th
