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against my lips, "It's over. Stop fighting me, Ana. Feel me. Take what you need. Give me what’s mine."
    I turn my head, even as he clamps his teeth down on my lower lip to make me stay, and blurt stubbornly, "No."
    "He's my son," he says, pulling my hips down onto him as he thrusts deep enough to make it hurt. Hurt so fucking good I scream for him.
    "He's not! "
    We fall into silence as he fucks me. A hush peppered with moaning grunts, filthy, sloppy, wet sex noises that make me feel like a woman again.
    A hot, sexy , and wanton woman.
    I stop struggling, but I am edgy, staring at his gorgeous face, waiting for the moment he relaxes his hold just a bit.
    Once he l ets his guard down I can pull out of his embrace, and escape before he comes inside of me.
    He doesn't.
    His rhythm accelerates, his breathing is harsh and he is beginning to make animalistic primal noises on each upward thrust into my wet cunt. His dark eyes are on my face the whole time, drinking in my pained, near orgasmic expression.
    "Don't come inside me," I am begging, "Please don't come inside me—please…"
    "Of course I'm going to come i nside you," he smiles up at me. I feel a twisted sense of pride that now he's a little breathless. I pull back violently, trying to dislodge from him, but he only tightens his hold and snaps his pelvis to let gravity punish me. A punishment I crave. No one has ever fucked me with abandon like he does.
    "When you're my wife," he growl s, "I'm going to knock you up over and over and over again. You'll always be my barefoot and pregnant wife. I know how much you want my babies. We did make a beautiful baby, Ana."
    "I don't, please don't..."
    Seething under me, he grunts "Say it. Tell me you want to have my baby again and I won't do it."
    "I—I can't… "
    No words now, just thrusting up into me, over and over. I know he's close. I feel the change in him. I begin to murmur, terrified, "I want your—your baby." I hardly any voice on the last word. "I do."
    His grin is savage. " Bullshit. I don't believe you." He pulls my hips down harder on him, beginning to ram himself into me faster, harder, and fiercer, using me to get off. I’m nothing but his fuck doll now.
    "Please , Martin!" My voice breaks as I whimper frantically. "Do it. Come inside me. I want all of it. I want your baby. I want to carry your child. I want to be yours."
    He is timing his powerful thrusts so that my pleas become screams and it is uniquely troubling, to beg him to do the one thing I desperately don't want him to do.
    "Please don't stop!" Unsettling, to hear these words roll off my tongue. "Don't pull out. I want to have your baby. Please, knock me up. I want to give you a son, another b…"
    I go silent with my words and gasp as I realize what is going on. His body is unbearably tense. His gorgeous face is twisted in pain and exhilaration, arching his back under me, all in complete silence. I thrash about violently in frantic alarm, striving to dislodge myself, but he is holding me tight in spite of my twisting. Through my dismay I feel his hand between my thighs, his thumb pressing into my clit, and my reaction is instantaneous.
    I orgasm so hard it hurts. I come so rapidly and brutally that I have to shriek with it as I feel my cunt grasp him like a fist and drain his cock into me in hot, wonderful pulses. The tears trail down my cheeks even as I'm grinding in his lap, chasing the last twinges of pleasure as I comprehend what he's done—what I've done.
    He finishes well before I do, but as soon as I can think clearly enough to do it, I am pushing off of him, stumbling backwards. He lets me off him, but snatches my wrist and pulls me onto the bed with him. I can’t help but fight him again, smacking at his chest and face until he twines his fingers with mine and makes fists. Still, I am crying out at him, sobbing and frantic.
    "Why ?"
    With his fingers white knuckled against mine, he manages to wrap our arms together around me like a