He pushes in with one powerful thrust, filling me completely. My changed body is more sensitive now, every nerve ending alight with pleasure as he begins to move.
"That's right," he groans, his rhythm steady and deep. "Mine to fill. Mine to breed. Mine to keep forever."
His hands grip my hips, holding me in place as he pounds into me. It's still hard for me to believe how much I crave this—his dominance, his possession. How completely I've embraced this dynamic that would have terrified the old Wren.
"Look at you," he says, one hand moving to cup my breast, now fuller with pregnancy. "So fucking beautiful. Swollen with my baby and still taking my cock so well."
The praise washes over me, intensifying every sensation. I've learned to crave his words almost as much as his touch.
"Please," I beg, knowing what he wants to hear. "Please fill me up, Calvin. Make me yours again."
His rhythm falters at my words, his eyes darkening further. "Already mine," he growls, thrusting harder. "Going to keep you this way forever. Pregnant with my babies, one after another. Never empty. Never free."
The words should frighten me. Instead, they send me spiraling toward orgasm, my inner walls clenching around him as pleasure crashes over me in waves. I cry out his name, clutching at his shoulders, anchoring myself against the storm of sensation.
Calvin follows moments later, his release triggering another smaller climax that leaves me breathless and trembling. He stays inside me as we both recover, his forehead pressed to mine, our breathing synced as it always seems to be now.
"I love you," he whispers against my lips, the words still rare enough to make my heart stutter. "You and our child. More than anything. More than everything."
I believe him. Despite how we started—his manipulation, his obsession—I know with bone-deep certainty that Calvin Mercer loves me with the same all-consuming intensity that drives everything he does.
"I love you too," I whisper back, meaning it just as fiercely.
He helps me off the island, arranges my nightgown back in place, and guides me to a chair at the breakfast table. As I eat the meal he's prepared, his hand never leaves my belly, that point of connection constant and reassuring.
Outside these walls, people may judge us. They see the age gap, the power imbalance, the whirlwind courtship. They whisper about grooming and gold-digging. They don't understand that some people are simply meant to belong to each other. That from the moment Calvin's eyes met mine across that charity gala, our fates were sealed.
I was always his to claim. His to protect. His to breed and keep.
And in his possession, I've found the freedom I never knew I craved.