Chapter 71 The Claiming

Chapter 71 The Claiming
Alexander’s POV

She’s still shaking. Wrecked from my mouth.

Eyes glazed. Thighs trembling. Lips swollen from all her moaning. And fuck, her pussy’s pulsing—clenching around nothing like it’s begging to be filled.

“Color?” I ask, low and rough.

She swallows hard. Her voice is hoarse when she whispers, “Green, Daddy.”

Goddamn right.

I grab her hips, flip her effortlessly onto her stomach, and yank her ass high. She gasps as her knees slide apart on instinct, back arching for me.

“Look at you.” My voice is gravel and want. “Fucking dripping for me. Begging without saying a word.”

I lean down, lips brushing her ear. “Do you know how dangerous that is, Baby Girl? Offering yourself like this to a man like me?”

She whimpers, grinding back into me, completely gone for it.

“Say it,” I growl, lining up behind her. “Say who owns you.”

“You do,” she moans, breathless. “You fucking own me.”

I slam into her in one brutal, claiming thrust—and we both break.

Her scream tears through the room as her body takes every inch of me. Her back arches harder. Her fingers claw at the sheets. I stay buried inside her, balls-deep, teeth gritted, savoring the feeling of her tight little body wrapped around my cock.

Mine. All fucking mine.

“Ivy,” I grind out, hips snapping hard. “You were made for me. This pussy? Mine. This body? Mine. You hear me?”

She sobs, nodding frantically, voice cracking. “Yes—yes, Daddy—yours—only yours—”

I fuck her harder, relentless now, slapping into her like a beast. Her moans are incoherent. Her mind’s gone. Her thighs are soaked, her breath catching every time I hit that spot so deep inside her it makes her convulse.

I reach down, grip her throat from behind, forcing her up onto her knees. Her back flush to my chest. One hand on her neck. The other playing with her clit.

“I want you to come for me, Baby,” I whisper, lips brushing her temple. “I want to feel this tight little cunt milk my cock.”

Her body spasms, tensing like a live wire. And then she shatters.She comes with a scream that sounds like a prayer and a curse in one. Her body shakes uncontrollably, pussy pulsing around me like it doesn’t want to let go.

I follow her over the edge with a snarl, burying myself deep and spilling everything inside her. My vision goes white. My roar echoes through the room as I pump her full.

We collapse together. Breathless. Slick with sweat. Tangled limbs and possessive hearts.

My arms wrap around her from behind, holding her tight as we both slowly come back to Earth.

“You okay?” I murmur against her neck.

She nods, voice soft, “I’ve never been better…”

I press a kiss to her temple. “Good. Because we’re just getting started.”



She’s limp in my arms. Boneless. Flushed. Her skin glows like honey under the soft bedroom light—dewy from sweat, trembling from aftershocks, heart racing against mine.

I cradle her tighter, kissing the back of her neck.

She makes a soft, content sound. Almost a purr.

“Hey,” I murmur, voice low and tender now, the beast in me finally sated—for the moment. “Still breathing?”

She giggles weakly. “Barely.”

I smile. Good. I roll her gently onto her back, grab the towel from the nightstand, and start cleaning between her thighs—slow, careful, reverent. Her body twitches under my touch, too sensitive, too used.

“You don’t have to—” she begins.

“I do.” My tone leaves no room for argument.

She doesn’t protest again. She just lies there, watching me, eyes wide with something deeper than lust. Something soft. Something dangerous.

When I’m done, I toss the towel aside and climb back into bed, pulling her onto my chest. Her legs automatically tangle with mine. Her palm rests over my heart.

We lie in silence for a long time. Breathing. Listening.

Then, softly, “I can’t feel my legs.”

I laugh. “You’ll live.”

“I might not walk tomorrow.”

“You won’t be needing to. I’ll carry you.”

She snorts. “Arrogant bastard.”

I grin, stroking my fingers through her damp hair. “You love it.”

“I do.”

She pauses. Then whispers, “I love you.”

My chest tightens. It hits like a goddamn punch to the ribs. And maybe it shouldn’t, not after everything we’ve been through. But it still fucking floors me.

I don’t say anything right away. I just hold her tighter.

She lifts her head, watching me.

“Did you hear me?” she teases, voice light but eyes uncertain.

I take her chin, tilt her face to mine. “You think I didn’t?” I murmur. “You think I didn’t feel it in every goddamn part of me the second you said it?”

She bites her lip. I kiss it away.

“I love you too, Ivy,” I whisper. “More than I know how to say. More than I ever thought I could love anything.”

Her eyes shine, that soft vulnerability slipping through the sass.

And then—

“I mean... that dick helps too,” she deadpans.

I blink. Then I crack up laughing. “Oh, you little menace.”

She giggles wildly as I tackle her back down into the sheets, kissing her until she’s breathless again.

“Say that again,” I growl into her mouth.

“What? That your dick’s god-tier?”

I grin against her lips. “Damn right.”

She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me closer.

“I meant it, though,” she says softly. “All of it. You’re it for me, Alexander. Always.”

I brush my thumb over her cheekbone. “And you’re mine. My queen. My wife. My entire fucking world.”

And just like that, the night quiets around us.

Two ruined, healed souls. Finally whole.

To Be Continued…