The silk sheets slide against my skin. Blackwood is already awake. He's been awake for hours. I can feel his eyes burning into me, heavy and possessive.
His large hand covers my stomach, rubbing slow circles over the slight swell that's starting to show. The baby is growing fast. Too fast for me to get used to, but right for him.
"Morning, Mrs. Blackwood," he rumbles. The title still sends a jolt of electricity straight to my core.
I arch into his touch, nuzzling against his palm. "Morning, Daddy."
He groans, his thumb dipping lower, teasing my belly button. "You look beautiful. Even in that rumpled shirt. You're glowing, little one."
The wedding band feels heavy on my finger. Gold. Solid. Ours.
We did it. The board is dead. The old company is gone. It's just us now.
"Do you regret it?" he asks, his voice dropping to that dangerous whisper that makes my knees weak. "Giving me your heart? Your womb?"
"Never," I breathe. "I'm yours. I was always yours."
He flips me onto my back in one fluid motion. The mattress groans under his weight. He looms over me, dark hair falling into his eyes, that arrogant smirk softening into reverence.
"Good girl," he growls. "Because I'm not letting you go. Not ever. You're carrying my heir. My legacy. My wife."
The ceremony was small. Intimate. Just the judge and a notary. He wore a black suit, tailored to perfection. I wore white lace, modest but cut to highlight the curve of my hip and the promise of what's growing inside me.
The judge droned on, but Blackwood didn't listen. His dark eyes were locked on mine, devouring me.
"I, Elias Blackwood, take you, my darling, my obsession, my future," he recited, his voice rough with emotion. "To have and to hold. To breed and to cherish. I promise to claim you every day, to fill you until you're bursting with my love, and to protect you from this world until I die."
The judge blinked, startled by the raw intensity.
"I, Elena," I whispered, tears pricking my eyes, "take Elias to be my husband. My Daddy. My protector. I give myself to you completely. My body, my soul, and the life growing inside me are all yours."
He sealed the vow by crushing his lips to mine, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, tasting like champagne and promise.
"Wife," he panted against my lips when he finally pulled back. "God, you taste like mine."
Now, the rings are on. The paper is signed. The celebration is waiting. But all Blackwood cares about is the heat building between us.
His hand slides from my belly to my thigh, hiking up my silk robe.
"You're wet," he murmurs, his finger dipping between my legs.
"You're hard," I retort, grinding against his hand.
He groans, a low, animalistic sound. "Mrs. Blackwood has no idea what she does to me. You're pregnant, baby. You're carrying my child. And I need to feel you. I need to fill you up."
He doesn't wait for permission. He never does. He lifts me, his strength effortless, and carries me to the edge of the bed. He lays me down, but his weight is already pressing me into the mattress.
He strips the robe off my shoulders, his eyes raking over my body with hungry worship. He traces the curve of my breast, then his mouth finds the peak, sucking hard enough to make me gasp.
"Mine," he growls, nipping my nipple. "Every inch. Every breath. Even that baby is mine. Especially that baby."
He pushes my legs up, hooking them over his shoulders. He's already hard, straining against his jeans. The head of his cock is glistening, pre-cum smeared over the tip.
He unbuckles his belt with one hand, the metal clinking like a death knell to my restraint.
"Look at me," he commands.
I open my eyes. His gaze is fierce, possessive, full of a love so intense it makes my chest ache.
"You're my wife now. No more secrets. No more hiding. I'm going to breed you until you're swollen with my sons. I'm going to mark you so deep, everyone knows you belong to Daddy Blackwood."
He lines himself up. The tip presses against my entrance, stretching me. I'm already soaked, my body reacting to his sheer dominance.
He pushes in. Slow. Deliberate. Savoring the tight clench of my pussy around him.
"Fuck," he curses, his head falling back. "You're so tight. So perfect."
He bottoms out, burying himself to the hilt. My belly presses against his stomach. The intimacy is overwhelming.
"Feel that?" he whispers, his hands gripping my hips, digging into my soft flesh. "That's me. Inside you. Claiming you. Claiming our baby."
He starts to move. Slow at first, then deeper, harder. The bed frame rattles. My back arches, a moan tearing from my throat.
"Daddy," I cry out. "Daddy, please."
"Please what, Mrs. Blackwood?" he taunts, his voice rough. "Tell me what you need."
"Fill me up," I beg, my nails digging into his shoulders. "Give me a baby. Fill me with cum."
His eyes darken. The breeding kink flares in his gaze. He grabs my hips, his fingers bruising my skin.
"You want my cum? You want it deep in your womb?"
"Yes! Yes!"
He changes his angle, driving up, hitting that sweet spot over and over. The friction is electric. My pussy flutters, clamping down on his cock.
"That's it," he grunts. "Take it. Take all of Daddy's cock. You're making room for our child. You're built for this. Built for me."
He leans down, biting my shoulder, marking me. "I'm going to breed you right now. Feel my cum flooding your pussy. Marking you as my broodmare. My wife."
The words shatter me. My orgasm crashes over me, violent and blinding. I scream his name, my body convulsing around him, milking his cock.
That pushes him over the edge.
"Fuck! Elena!" He slams into me one last time, burying himself to the root.
I feel the hot jet of his cum pumping deep inside me. Gush after gush. He's filling me up, claiming me, marking my womb.
"Take it," he growls, his voice ragged. "Take every drop. This is for our baby. This is our life."
He holds me there, trembling, as he empties himself completely. He doesn't pull out. He stays buried, keeping me full, keeping me trapped in his embrace.
We stay like that for a long time. His breathing slows. His hand returns to my belly, rubbing the spot where we joined.
"Did you get in?" I whisper, my voice wrecked.
He chuckles, a dark, satisfied sound. "You know I did, baby. You're soaking wet with me. Our baby is secure."
He rolls to his side but pulls me against his chest, my back to his front. His arm wraps around my waist, his hand resting possessively on my stomach.
"Elena," he says, his voice serious now. "There's something else."
"What?"
He shifts, propping himself on an elbow to look at me. His expression is unreadable for a moment, then breaks into a grin.
"The old board thought they could force me out? They thought I'd let them hurt you?"
I nod. "They threatened to fire you."
"I quit. Before I even asked you to marry me. I walked out of that boardroom, sold my shares at a premium, and bought back my freedom."
I blink. "You quit? But... the company..."
"Is irrelevant," he says dismissively. "I'm starting something new. A venture capital firm. Focus on tech, bio, innovation. High risk, high reward."
"And?"
He takes my hand, lacing his fingers through mine. He presses the ring against my lips.
"And it's going to be ours. You're not just my wife. You're my partner. My equal. I want you at my side in every meeting, every decision. I built this new empire for us. For our family."
My heart swells. "You did all this... for me?"
"I did it for us," he corrects, his voice fierce. "But yes. For you. You gave me everything, little one. You gave me your heart, your body, and now my heir. Now I'm going to give you the world."
Tears spill over. I throw my arms around his neck. "I love you, Blackwood. I love you so much."
He holds me tight, burying his face in my hair. "I love you too. More than life itself. You're my world, Elena. My Mrs. Blackwood."
He kisses my forehead, then my lips, lingering with slow, tender sweetness.
"Rest now," he murmurs against my skin. "Let Daddy take care of you. You've got a big day ahead. Growing our family."
I snuggle closer, feeling the steady beat of his heart against my back. My belly is still warm from his release. The ring shines on my finger.
I'm pregnant. I'm married. I'm loved by the most powerful, possessive man in the world.
And I'm never letting him go.
"Mrs. Blackwood," I whisper, testing the title one more time.
"Mrs. Blackwood," he agrees, his hand rubbing my stomach in a slow circle. "And soon, Mama Blackwood. Just wait, baby. Just wait."
He pulls the sheet up, shielding us. "Sleep. Daddy's got you."
And as I drift off, I know he's right. He always does. He's got me. He's got us. And the world is ours.