“I don’t want you to hate me. I’m just trying to make it easier…” He shifts his hips, his cock hitting my sweet spot again and again. I try to form a sentence through the euphoria of Aleck being inside me so deeply. “F-for when I’m not yours anymore.”

Another growl, this one angrier than the one before. His fingers dig into my ass bruisingly. He turns around, staying inside me, and walks out of the shower. Puddles of water leaving a path from his steps shine atop the marble floor. He walks to my bed, throwing me onto it when his knees hit the mattress. I whimper at the abrupt loss of him inside me but remind myself to get used to it.

Aleck kneels on the bed, towering over me like a skyscraper. Before I know what his next move will be, he’s flipped me to my stomach, then he pulls my hips until my ass presses into his cock.

He slams inside of me from behind but stops. The feeling of being so full while he’s so deep is almost enough to tip me over the edge immediately.

Without moving his hips, Aleck leans over me. His soft lips press against the sensitive spot on my spine where it hit the tile wall. I wonder if there’s a mark, showing him the force he used when he did it. His hands slide around my wet body and find my breasts while he kisses a sloppy path up to my neck.

His lips press into my ear while his erection pulses inside of me.

“For when you’re not mine anymore?” His tone is savage and soft at the same time. I’ve only ever known Aleck to accomplish that. “You want me mad? You got it, Grimm. I’m fucking livid.”

Finally, he moves inside of me, carelessly and hard. His fingers curl around my hair before yanking my head back while he drills his cock deeper than anyone has been before.

“Let’s be clear about something…” His lips leave my ear as he straightens his back, his thrusts moving faster, his other hand grips my hip probably bruising my skin. “You are always going to be mine. Entered and claimed. Mine. Are we clear?”

I nod, feeling the weight of an impending orgasm tickling up my thighs. Aleck moves his hips faster, harder, unrestrained.

“Say it, Winter. Say the words!”

“I’m always going to be yours,” I rush out, moaning, backing my ass into his thrusts. “Yours…” Moaning deeper, longer. “Yours…”

“Again!” Aleck grits between his teeth, reaching around to press his fingers against my clit, circling it, drawing a release from me.

“Yours!” I shout as the edge of my orgasm pulls me into its talons.

It spreads through my body like warm molasses, blurring my vision with tears. Or maybe that’s the heartache of knowing Aleck was trying to fuck me like he was saying goodbye, not ignoring that he never denied it.

A deep, guttural growl drowns out the sounds of our panting and crisp claps of his skin smacking against mine as he comes too.