He didn't just fuck me, he broke me, dragged every ounce of resistance out with brutal thrusts until all that was left was a desperate, trembling mess begging to be owned.

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Lily’s POV

“Let's make babies at this ungodly hour, princess,” he breathed. His gray eyes darkened. He looked hungry, starved, like I was the only thing that could satisfy the ache in him.

I lay on the bed, chest heaving, skin flushed. He stood at the foot, watching me like he owned the air in the room.

The anticipation nearly broke me before he finally moved. Each step was slow and deliberate, like a predator taming his prey....