Page 48 of Xander

I couldn’t watch her like a hawk at all times of the day, but I also couldn’t let her get away. That was why I needed to get her pregnant as soon as possible. I needed to fill her with my seed. After all, a family was what she wanted more than anything in this world.

“You’ll finally be mine,” I vowed against the mass of sunshine hair in disarray. “Only mine.”

It was my truth. She was mine and no one else’s.

She didn’t belong to Henry or his disgusting associates who openly leered at her. I never wanted another man to ogle her again, though I knew it was impossible. Even the staff on this boat couldn’t keep their eyes off her despite knowing it might cost them their jobs.

It was why I needed to get her pregnant and solidify our bond. We’d both be better off once Jordan realized there could be no other choice than me.

Her eyes fluttered when I pressed a soft kiss to her parted lips. As quickly as she had stirred, she succumbed to the alcohol swimming in her veins.

My next kiss was like a wildfire, and she responded even in sleep. Her fingers desperately clutched my shoulders when I didn’t let up after several moments. Instead, my lips took her mouth captive, tongue exploring achingly slow. This consuming lust did not need breath, though she thrashed beneath me for air and to wriggle free.

I finally gentled the kiss and nibbled on her lips, running my hands over her body possessively.

“I’ve dreamed of this for years,” I admitted. “I never thought you’d give me the opportunity to make it come true.”

She made a sound low in her throat, which sounded a lot like approval.

Each of my breaths was heavy with anticipation, my body aching for more of what we’d experienced earlier. I kissed down her stomach, listening to her breathing increase as I worked my way down to her restless hips.

“Spread your legs wider, baby,” I whispered from the shadows, pressing my hips against hers.

Jordan instinctively opened her legs to feel me against her core. I kissed her there, open-mouthed, until she moaned from the pressure of my tongue on her sensitive clit. Smiling to myself, I hoisted myself higher until we were flush hip to hip. The wetness between her legs brushed against my cock. I barely bit down a groan at the furnace-like heat emanating from her swollen pussy. Her cunt was a sight to behold—red from how hard I took her but also dripping with my cum.

Oh shit.

A jolt of satisfaction glowed in me when cum leaked out of her pussy. I gathered the liquid and stuffed it back inside her, pressing my fingers against her G-spot. It elicited a soft moan from her lips, and my cock throbbed painfully at the sound. The way her tight cunt fell open around my fingers had me salivating for more.

I removed my fingers, and Jordan whimpered in protest. Her closed lids flapped when I lifted her legs and pinned her knees to her chest before plunging inside her in one swift move.

She cried out, but my mouth was already covering hers in another desperate kiss. When I kept pushing forward, even after I had forced every inch of myself inside her, she fought back in her sleep, shoving at my chest and murmuring in unconscious protest. The alcohol made it impossible for her to stay alert enough to struggle, and her body ultimately bowed.

Had I not been so enamored by her, I would’ve caved to the alcohol-induced sleep as well. Instead, I plunged inside her mercilessly. My body was on fire, and I shifted her hips to penetrate deeper.

“Mm,” she moaned, her back arching off the ground, when I tilted her hips for a different angle.

“God, even your pussy agrees that you’re mine,” I whispered, keeping her in place with a tight grip. “You were made for me.”

My greedy gaze lowered to the place we were connected, unable to look away while I took her raw. I felt lightheaded at the slurping noises her tight cunt made each time it swallowed me whole.

Her head moved side to side, not fully lucid but aware enough of our drunken fuck. A better man would have thought twice about using her body while she slept, but I wasn’t a good man where Jordan was concerned. I loved knowing that she could become unknowingly pregnant by me.

My fingers traced along her stomach before trailing down to the apex of her thighs. I couldn’t stop picturing Jordan padding around with a swollen belly. The idea had another bout of possessiveness rushing through me. I wanted to ingrain a part of me inside her in the most primal way a man could.

Unexpectedly, Jordan squeezed me, damn near milking me on the spot.

“Fuck,” I panted, reveling in the wet noises her cunt made every time I pulled back. “Just be a good girl and lie still while I fill you up with my baby,” I spoke against her temple.

Jordan stirred, lifting her head. “W-what?” It took her several moments to grasp we were naked and that I was on top of her.

She tried to jerk away with a cry. I wrapped my arm around her waist, trapping her in place. I pushed deep inside of her, making her squirm until her little moans echoed through the room once more, her walls tightened around me. I continued thrusting until her mouth fell open in the throes of a painful climax.

My vision went white with the intensity of my orgasm as I shot my load inside her.

“That’s my girl,” I rumbled, collapsing on top of her. “My good girl.”

Once more, I lowered my gaze to where we were connected and watched in fascination at some of the wet, messy liquid between us. I’d insist on shoving back any of the cum that had leaked out of her pussy, but my cock was greedy about staying inside her for as long as possible.