“Michael,” Hayden gasps, as I shoulder between her legs. “I don’t think now is the time for—” her protest dies mid-sentence when I place my lips against the small, raised edge of her biggest scar. I let my tongue run against it, as my hands brush against her warm skin, almost petting her thighs, before sliding my hands under her ass and kneading the flesh there, pulling her body closer.

“Always so fucking soft and receptive. You always want my touch, Hayden,” I whisper, not bragging in the least. The fact that she wants me is always a surprise, a miracle. Something unexpected that I never thought I would find. Not something I’ve felt deserving of, but something I will take anyway. Something I will cherish.

“Michael. Oh God, what are you doing?” she asks, and my lips move into a smile against her thigh. I’m sliding my finger against her ass, pushing against it, though not going inside. Hayden is too green to understand it, but she loves having her ass played with. When I finally take her there, she will detonate into a million pieces.

“Making you feel good, Beauty,” I murmur, kissing a path down to her center. “Always making you feel good,” I add, without realizing it, intoxicated by the scent of her excitement. I pull the lips of her pussy apart and for a minute simply look at the treasure beneath. Her clit has already swollen, and it flutters with need, visibly pulsating. I run my tongue over it, dragging it through her sweet juices. Maybe it’s the pregnancy, but Hayden is always so ready for me. Jesus, she’s one step away from the edge now. I could make her come so easily. That’s not what this is about though.

Her fingers tangle into my hair and she pulls my face into her hot little pussy. Her legs widen as she grinds up against me. In reward, I push a finger inside of her, sliding it in along with my tongue. Her body trembles as the heels of her feet push against my back. I angle my finger so I can put my thumb against her clit, rubbing it roughly. She’s so wet she’s drowning me in her cum. The harder I flick my tongue inside her tight cunt, the more that sweet juice flows. I feel her jerking against me, and her cries are getting louder. Her hands in my hair are so fucking wild it’s almost painful. She’s close to going over the edge. I pull away, despite the way she yanks on my head trying to pull me back—which makes me grin. Hayden completely loses herself in passion. I fucking love it. I’m so hard though, I need inside of her. I want to make a few things clear to her. I need to make them clear. I can’t resist sucking her clit into my mouth and playfully biting it, which causes her to scream out my name.

“Michael! Oh God, please! Baby, don’t stop!” she cries. “It feels so good.” I let her clit go with a soft plopping noise. “Michael,” she whimpers again when I leave her.

I shift my body, sliding my sweats off my hips. I don’t take the time to undress completely, because as much as she needs me, I think I need inside her more.

I position myself at her entrance, holding my dick so only the tip is pushed against her opening. I slide in slightly. Her walls raking against the head of my cock is enough to make me want to thrust all the way in, but I don’t. I hold myself back, even though it’s killing me.

“Hayden,” I growl, because I’m on a razor’s edge here, and I’m not sure how much I can hold back. Her head is rocking back and forth, as she does her best to push against my cock, urging me inside of her. “Look at me, Beauty,” I command, making my voice even harsher than normal, because I need her to hear me.

“Michael,” she all but whimpers, but her eyes find mine.

“We do this, Beauty and that baby inside of you is mine,” I tell her, not wavering, not blinking. If I claim her body, I’m damn well claiming this child. I will not hear another person refer to fucking Blade as the father again. It will be me from this moment on. Hayden and Maggie…they will both be mine.

“Michael,” she whispers, her eyes dilating more, her breath coming out choppy, and her body jerks with my demand.

“This doesn’t go further until you agree, Hayden. I want you and Maggie. You’re mine from this moment on.” I feel like I’m standing on the edge of a cliff, waiting for her decision. Maybe I shouldn’t give her the ultimatum, but it feels right. I need this from her.

Her eyes soften and her hand gently moves over my stomach. I’m prepared for her denial. I’m not sure what my next move will be, but I’m mentally preparing. That’s when her hand reaches out to me. Her fingers wrap around mine tightly, as she links our hands. “Are you sure?” she whispers, but I see the hope in her eyes. It’s shining like a beacon—like a fucking lighthouse showing me the way home after being lost at sea for a lifetime.

In this moment, I’ve never been surer.

I thrust inside her, slow and carefully. I bring my other hand to hers, stretching it out so the palm is flat. She leisurely does the same, her small, delicate hand flat against my much larger, scarred one. It looks wrong, but at the same time right. Completely right. Her fingers push between mine as I begin riding her body, keeping both our hands joined. My cock stretches her walls, raking against them, and the fit is tight even as wet as she is. It feels like heaven. I rock her slow and easy. This isn’t about sex. Everything about this moment is different from anything I have ever shared with a woman. The world has ceased to exist outside of this room.

“I’ve never been more positive of anything in my life than I am of this, Beauty,” I whisper, soothing away her concerns, pushing aside guilt that is trying to make its way to the surface. This moment isn’t about the past, or me. This is about Hayden and Maggie, and what I want with them.

“Then, from this moment on,” Hayden gasps, her body thrusting up to meet me, causing me to sink deeper inside of her than I’ve ever been. I want to stop, afraid I will hurt her, but she won’t let me. She works her body with my cock, taking what she needs. It’s beautiful. “You’re Maggie’s father. You. Are. Mine,” she gasps, drawing out the last word as she climaxes. I feel her detonate, her pussy spasms against my shaft, taking me with her. My balls heat, going so impossibly tight that I groan, and then I come. Jet after jet of cum funnels inside her body, bathing her womb.

“Mine, Beauty. Feel me inside of you, painting you in my cum. You’re mine,” I tell her, claiming her lips, our tongues tangling in a kiss almost as intimate as our bodies. “Maggie is ours, now. Ours,” I growl when we break apart for oxygen, and I empty myself completely inside her. I look into her eyes; they don’t leave me. Tears are pooled in the corners and I watch as they slide down her cheeks.

“Ours,” she agrees. “Maggie is ours, Michael.”