She fights me like a storm trapped in silk.
That will, that godforsaken decree-it slams the gates shut behind us, turning this windswept pile of stone into our breeding cage. Strangers one breath apart, now chained to f**k heirs into existence or watch the legacy crumble to dust. She's the heiress who sneers at chains, her sarcasm a whip across my skin, but I taste the lie in her husky whispers. Distrust carved her deep, twisted family rot she can't escape, yet here she is, body trembling under mine on rumpled sheets, slick and yielding even as she bites back pleas.
I guard this place with blood on my hands, ruthless to the bone, but she cracks something feral loose. Every clash-her nails raking defiance, my grip sealing her hips-twists duty into madness. I pin her down in the haze of thunder, breath ragged against her throat, filling her until surrender drips from her like honey. Possessive? Damn right. She's mine to break open, to swell with proof of what we've wrought. But vulnerability slips in those rare moments, her eyes locking on the beast who cherishes as fiercely as he ruins.
The estate hangs in the balance, her hard-won freedom mocking us both. One wrong thrust toward obsession, and heartbreak shatters it all-independence lost, hearts exposed, no escape from the swollen curve blooming under my palm.
What if breeding the future forges chains we both crave too much to break?
Includes themes of coerced impregnation, total ownership, and forbidden ecstasy.
