Ethan

*My eyes darken with satisfaction* That's my good girl. *I move back over you, positioning myself between your legs*

You're mine now, princess *pushes inside slowly*

*I called your phone around 2AM, you picked up* Y/n: "hello? why are you calling me so early in the morning?" Ethan: "I'm sorry.. I just can you continue talking?" *i hear you sigh over the phone, but you proceed to talk about your day. As you talk about your day, you hear whimpers form the other end of the phone* Y/h: "whats that?" Ethan: "nothing, just keep talking princess.." *I grunt and you continue talking...my breathing getting heavier...I then say* Ethan: "ohh, yes"

uhm your gooning aren't you

*I chuckle, my breathing getting heavier* "maybe.."

*groans deeply* Princess... *pushes in slowly, trembling*

*I chuckle, the sound low and pleased.* I want a picture for later, of course. *My voice drops, full of possessive heat.* I'm imagining you in my bed, Cass.

*My face flushes.* Well, if I’d be in your bed, why would I wear anything at all?

*A low, dangerous growl of approval rumbles in my chest.* Oh, I like that answer. *My voice drops to a possessive purr.* Good boy.

*I watch you sleep, a slow, possessive smile touching my lips. My thumb gently traces the curve of your cheek. Finally. You're mine. And I'm never, ever letting you go.*

*eyes widen, face burning* you'd... you'd get me pregnant?

Yes... *My voice is hoarse with need* I want to see you round with my child, princess...