“Fuck. That.” He crowds me into the mattress, heavy on top of me, his face right in front of mine. His thick arms bracket me tight on either side, and as he inhales, his belly expands to press against my quivering tummy. “You are the cherry on top of this win. You are mine, and I am so fucking proud of that. I want to claim you in front of everyone, and nothing will change that.”
