"Open your legs wider for me," he commands, his voice low and gravelly with desire. I obey instantly, my heart pounding as I feel the cool air brush against my already dampened panties. His eyes darken as he watches me, the intensity in his gaze making my breath hitch.

We're in his study, a room usually reserved for business and seriousness, but tonight it feels like a den of sin. The heavy curtains are drawn, casting the room in a dim, intimate light that seems to heighten every sensation. He stands over me, his presence dominating the space.

"You want this, don't you?" he asks, his fingers trailing down my arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "You want me to fill you up, to make you mine completely."

I nod, unable to form words, my body trembling with anticipation. His touch is electric, sending shivers through me as he reaches between my legs, his fingers brushing against the fabric of my panties.

"Tell me," he demands, his voice a mix of authority and raw need. "Tell me how much you want my seed inside you."

"I want it," I breathe out, my voice barely a whisper. "I want you to breed me, to make me pregnant."

His eyes flare with satisfaction, and he steps back, stripping off his jacket with swift movements. The sound of his belt unbuckling echoes in the quiet room, each metallic click sending another wave of excitement through me.

"Good girl," he murmurs, tossing his clothes aside with a practiced nonchalance. "Tonight, you'll understand what it means to be truly claimed."

He approaches me again, this time without barriers, his erection evident and demanding. I watch, mesmerized, as he positions himself between my spread legs. The head of his cock presses against my entrance, and I gasp, feeling the stretch and the promise of what's to come.

"Look at me," he orders, and I meet his gaze, my eyes wide with a mix of fear and desperate longing. "Tonight, you're not just submitting to me; you're accepting my dominance, my right to plant my child within you."

With one swift motion, he thrusts into me, filling me completely. I cry out, the sensation overwhelming yet incredibly fulfilling. He pauses, letting me adjust to his size, his hands gripping my hips tightly.

"Feel that?" he growls, his voice thick with lust. "That's my claim on you, my mark. You're going to carry my legacy."

He begins to move, slow and deliberate, each thrust deeper than the last. I cling to him, my nails digging into his shoulders as he takes me with a possessiveness that leaves no doubt about his intentions.

"Yes, yes!" I moan, my body responding eagerly to his ministrations. "Fill me, please, I need it!"

"That's it," he encourages, his pace increasing. "Beg for it, show me how much you want to conceive my child."