Except it does yield.
It shatters and flies apart under the force of my six foot six body, my muscles roaring like a war cry.
“Lorenzo,” Lena says.
The way she says it, I know it’s not the first time. She lays her hand against my back, which feels almost cold against the flaring rage of my hot skin. My suit and shirt has torn with the movements of my looping punches.
“It’s okay. It’s okay. Please, calm down.”
I turn to her, my queen, watching as she blinks away crystalline tears.
“It’s not okay,” I growl. “It’ll never be okay. He’s a monster. He doesn’t even deserve to hear your voice, to look at your damn shadow, let alone see you naked.”
She snorts, shaking her head. “There’s not much to see, is there? Let’s face it. I’m not exactly a supermodel.”
I grab her and pull her close, my anger morphing to lust filled want, my need to claim her like an irrefutable demand from my seed.
She needs to know that this is right, that the signals my seed and her womb are undoubtedly sending her are true, that this isn’t some fucked up trick.
Because I’d die before doing that to her.
“Is the hotel still booked?” she whispers, gripping onto my exposed back where my suit tore.
“Yes,” I growl.
Her cheeks bloom red. “Can we go there, Lorenzo?”
I smirk, drinking in the shyness mixed with desire in her expression, a just Lena look in her graceful eyes.
“Yes,” I moan. “Let’s go right fucking now. I can’t wait to slide my thick pole inside you any longer. I need to pump my cock and feel every bit of my seed surge inside of you. This is real, Lena. And I’m going to show you that.”
She clings onto my hand as I lead her outside, across the street, and into the back of the limo. I sit with my hands in hers, staring ahead because if I look at her I know I won’t be able to keep this beast inside of me tamed.
“What are you doing?” she giggles, jabbing me playfully in the side.
“Trying to resist the urge to ravage you right here in the back of the car,” I growl.
She laughs again, her voice holding a thousand song notes, and then I feel her shaking her head. Feel her. I don’t even need to look at her, our connection is so undeniable.
“It’s crazy,” she whispers. “I never thought I’d be laughing so soon after telling that story. But with you, Lorenzo, I feel like I can conquer anything. Is that silly?”
“No,” I tell her sincerely, gripping her hand tighter.
I can feel her pulse shimmering in her wrist, a frantic pulsation of life thrumming all through her body.
It’s her womb, I just know it is.
It’s sending me a signal that it needs my seed, that she’s full of life, a fertile ground which is going to grow and develop and sing joy with a Lena like voice over our offspring.
I was wrong before.
My garden isn’t Eden.
Her plus size perfect body is.
The limo pulls up outside the skyscraper hotel and I take Lena by the hand and around to the private entrance. The hotel manager is already waiting for us, silently opening the door that leads to a red carpeted hallway. The walls are patterned golden and the elevator at the end sparkles with its silver doors.
“I wanted the floor to the same color as your hymen’s sacrifice,” I whisper in her ear, letting my hand smooth down her back, feeling the upper part of her ass.
“Oh, God,” she says, a shiver running through her. “You’re so naughty, Lorenzo.”
“Only with you,” I growl, pressing the elevator button. “Only ever with you. Always.”
“Always,” she repeats, turning to me.
The elevator rides up as my hand rides lower down her dress, smoothing the flesh of her ass and seductively sliding closer to the hem of her dress. The only thing that stops me is the beep of the doors opening and the promise of a bed.
My manhood is like a flaming spear, livid with desire. I can feel a vein pressing against the skin like everything is just going to explode.
My queen is goddamn hypnotizing in her sensual voluptuousness.
The penthouse hotel room is draped in luxury, the four couches in the central living room plush and genuine leather, the windows floor to ceiling with a view of the orange glowing city as the sun sets. Lena takes my hand and squeezes, looking at me with playfulness dancing brightly in her eyes.
“Which way’s the bedroom?” she asks, her chest rising and falling rapidly so that my eyes can’t help but devour the motion of her breasts.
Soon I’ll tear down her dress and free them, maybe slide my manhood between the fleshy globes and slide my precome over them, slathering them in my lust filled liquid to watch them shine in the light.
“This way,” I growl, tugging her by the hand.
The four poster bed dominates the room, the curtains pinned up with carved golden brooches. An oak bar sits in one corner and a glass display cabinet in the other, with miniature diamond sculptures set within it, designed to artfully catch the light from the chandelier so that the entire room sparkles.
“Wow,” Lena whispers. “This is …”
She pauses as her eyes settle on a chair in the corner.
I see it, too.
A camera lens poking from between the cushions.
“What the heck?” she yells, leaping away from me. Her mouth falls open and her entire expression warps, her eyes moving over me as though I’ve just changed forms in front of her.
“I can’t believe this.”
“Lena, wait—”
But it’s too late.
She spins, her dress fluttering around her like furious flames, and then paces from the room and slams the door behind her. The whole room judders and suddenly
