Carmine's POV
It's been five weeks of the same routine with Delilah. We get up, go to school, study, and have sex anywhere and everywhere. I'm able to lie her down or pin her against a wall. Anywhere with a fucking surface, I'm sinking my cock into her tight pussy.
It's more than wanting a child now. It's more than me wanting an heir, but I need to get her pregnant. I need to. I want to breed with her every morning and every night, her pussy filled to the brim with my come, so the only choice her womb has is to open up and let me in.
I thought that when I came up with the idea of having her marry me and give birth to my child, love had nothing to do with it. It was about not being alone anymore, and the child, well, I wanted a son or daughter to love me. It was the one love I knew I'd be able to have without question or fight. I don't care what anyone says; love is important for humans to function.
But then Delilah surprised me left and right, carving her name into my heart.
