The morning after claiming Emma so hard, Ryan looked at her differently. She was sleeping peacefully beside him, her naked body covered in his marks — dark hickeys on her boobs, red handprints on her ass, and dried cum on her thighs. Her pussy was still slightly open and leaking his cum from last night.

Ryan felt something new in his chest. Not just lust. Not just jealousy. It was deeper. He loved this girl. He loved how she took everything he gave her — the rough sex, the dirty play, the danger. But the love only made him want to fuck her harder.