My c**k strains against my pants, desperate to be inside her. I free myself with my other hand and hike her leg over my hip.
“What you did today,” I say, pausing at her threshold, “was either the bravest thing I’ve ever seen or the stupidest.”
“It was necessary.” Her nails dig into my shoulders through my shirt. “Now, stop talking and f**k me.”
I drive into her with one brutal thrust, swallowing her cry with another kiss. There’s no gentleness between us now. We’re long past that.
I f**k her against the wall, her legs locked around my waist, her body taking every punishing thrust like she was made for me.
And she was, I realize. Made to challenge me. To defy me. To complete me in ways I never knew I needed.
“I want you pregnant again,” I growl into her ear as I feel her tightening ar
