“That's where you're wrong, fiancée. This body.” He squeezes my hips tighter, eliciting a squeak of protest from my lips. Okay, it's part raw fucking pleasure too. “This pussy.” He punctuates here with a sharp thrust, and a deep groan sounds in my throat. “All of you belongs to me. I may be gracious and share with the others. But don't mistake my kindness for anything other than that.” He's growling by the end of his speech and has completely stopped thrusting inside me, holding just the tip in my entrance. “So I'll tell you again. The next baby you carry, Princess, will. Be. Mine.”
