@zaharags2 you commented Tank has a breeding fetish, well this chapter is dedicated to you boo. Some of y'all comments inspires me.

Coco sat in her car, engine idling as she tapped her long acrylic nails against the steering wheel. A whole month had passed, but the rage in her chest hadn't cooled one bit. If anything, it had only gotten worse. Darling had gone about her life like nothing happened—like she hadn't shattered Kayla's peace, like she hadn't made Tank lose his mind, like she hadn't disrespected Auntie Sherri.

Tanya had done her part and let her know exactly where Darling was—posted up at some little café with Yasmin like she didn't have a beatdown coming.

Coco cracked her neck, flexing her fingers. Bitch thought it was sweet.

She stepped out of the car, adjusting her gold hoops as she made her way toward the café's patio seating. She spotted Darling immediately, sitting with Yasmin, sipping on a mimosa like her world hadn't been rocked just a month ago. Her nose had healed, makeup flawless, outfit put together. She was back to her usual routine, her usual arrogance.

But Coco was about to remind her that some things couldn't be swept under the rug.

Darling's eyes flicked up just in time to see Coco coming, and she barely had a second to react before Coco snatched the drink out of her hand and tossed it to the side.

"The fuck—"

Before Darling could finish, Coco's hand connected with her face—open palm, disrespectful, making her whole head snap to the side. Yasmin gasped, scrambling out of her seat, but Coco wasn't worried about her.

"I told you I was gone see you again, BITCH," Coco sneered, grabbing a handful of Darling's hair and snatching her out of her seat.

"Get the fuck off me, Coco!" Darling screeched, trying to swing, but Coco was too quick. She dodged easily before landing a clean punch to Darling's stomach, making her fold.

"Ohhh, you ain't got all that mouth now?" Coco taunted, dragging her into the open space between tables. People gasped, phones came out, but Coco didn't care. She wanted everyone to see.

Yasmin was screaming, trying to pull them apart, but Coco snatched away, shoving Darling back so hard she stumbled.

"You thought that shit at the gender reveal was funny, huh?" Coco taunted. "Thought you was cute making my cousin-in-law cry? Thought you was real bold trying to embarrass her in front of everybody?"

Darling caught her breath, trying to fix her hair, but Coco wasn't done.

"Bitch, do you know what you did to my cousin?" Coco's voice wavered with rage. "Do you know Tank damn near lost his mind trying to get to Kayla after you pulled that shit? Do you know how Auntie Sherri felt putting your trifling ass out?"

Darling wiped blood from her lip, glaring. "I don't give a fuck—"

Wrong answer.

Coco lunged again, tackling Darling to the ground. Fists flew as she got on top of Darling.

"This is for Kayla, you miserable bitch," Coco growled, landing blow after blow. "For my baby cousin. For my cousin. For my auntie. You don't fuck with my family and walk away unscathed."

Yasmin screamed for security, but it was too late. The damage was done.

By the time Coco let up, Darling was curled in on herself, her hair askew, face bloodied and swollen. Coco adjusted her rings, standing tall as she looked down at her.

"Next time you wanna come for Kayla, think twice," she spat. "Cause if you ever breathe in her direction again, I'll finish what I started. Try me, bitch."

And with that, Coco turned on her heel and strutted off, leaving Darling humiliated in the middle of the café patio for the whole town to see. Darling's hands trembled as she cupped her face, feeling the warm, sticky blood gush from her nose. Her vision blurred with tears, the pain radiating through her whole face, but the humiliation? That hurt worse.

"Call my sister," she choked out, barely able to breathe through her busted nose.

Yasmin, still in shock, fumbled with her phone, her hands shaking as she dialed Dina's number. The second Dina answered, Yasmin didn't even try to sugarcoat it.

"Dina, you need to come get your sister," she said urgently. "She just got fucked up."

"What?! By who?" Dina asked, but Yasmin could already hear the exhaustion in her voice.

"Coco," Yasmin admitted. "She—she dragged Darling right in the middle of the café. I mean, it was bad."

Dina sighed heavily on the other end. She already knew this was coming.

"I told her to let it go," Dina said, but she was already grabbing her keys. "Where y'all at?"

Yasmin gave her the location, but as she helped Darling to her feet, she winced at the damage. Darling's lip was split, her nose looked crooked, and her left eye was already swelling shut. Blood dripped onto her white blouse, staining it deep red.

Darling tried to hold her head high, but she was shaking. Everybody was watching. People whispering, eyes wide, phones out recording. She had just been humiliated in public—again.

When Dina pulled up fifteen minutes later, she barely put the car in park before hopping out. Her jaw dropped when she saw the condition Darling was in.

"Damn," she muttered under her breath. "Coco did all that?"

Darling sniffled, trying to wipe the blood away, but more just kept coming.

"I need to go to the hospital," she whimpered.

Dina looked her up and down, shaking her head. "No, you need to leave Tank the fuck alone."

Darling scowled, even through the pain. "So you just gon' blame me?"

Dina sighed, looking at Yasmin for backup, but Yasmin just looked tired.

"I warned you, Darling," Dina said. "I told you Coco wasn't gonna let that shit slide. I told you to let that man go. But you just had to fuck with Kayla at the gender reveal. You had to keep pushing. And now look at you."

Darling wiped her bloody nose on her sleeve, her hands still shaking. "I was just telling the truth," she mumbled.

Dina exhaled sharply. "You need to heal and move the fuck on, sis. Cause Tank? He's gone. And if you ever try that shit with Kayla again, Coco ain't gonna be the only one coming for your ass."

Darling looked away, the truth hitting her harder than Coco's fists. She had lost and deep down, she knew it.

Tank sat on the edge of the couch, Kayla's legs draped across his lap as he worked his thumbs into the arch of her foot, massaging away the tension from her morning in the orchard. His brows furrowed as he watched her, eyes dropping to the curve of her belly, his obsession growing by the day.

"You know I love that you got your little apple orchard, but I don't like you out there too long, lil' bit," he murmured, squeezing her foot gently.

Kayla smiled, sinking deeper into the cushions. "I wasn't out there long, Tanky. Just enough to check the scrubs and water what needed watering."

Tank lifted her foot and pressed a kiss to the top of it before setting it down and switching to the other. "Still. You six months now, belly poking out real good. You supposed to be resting more. You out here actin' like you ain't carrying my son."

Kayla rolled her eyes playfully, but she couldn't ignore the warmth that spread through her at the possessiveness in his tone. Tank had been obsessed with her body before, but now? Now that she was carrying his child, he couldn't keep his hands off her—whether it was rubbing her feet, massaging her back, or just palming her belly while they lay in bed.

"I feel good," she assured him. "Besides, I like being out there. It's peaceful."

Tank exhaled through his nose, still rubbing, still obsessed. "I get that, baby, but next time, just let me know before you go out there. I'll come with you."

Kayla arched a brow. "You gon' help me tend to my scrubs?"

Tank smirked, eyes dragging down her body. "Nah, I'm gon' make sure you ain't out there too long. And I'm gon' stand behind you with my hands on this belly so I can feel my boy movin' while you work."

Kayla giggled, loving the sound of that. She leaned forward and reached for him, pulling his face close to hers. "You really love this belly, huh?"

Tank's lips brushed against hers, his hand already sliding up her calf, gripping, rubbing. "You already know. Shit, I ain't never seen nothing finer than you pregnant with my baby."

Kayla's heart flipped, her body relaxing under his touch. She was tired, but being near him like this, feeling how much he adored her and their child, made every ache worth it. Kayla stretched her legs out as Tank massaged her feet, her playful eyes locked on him. She didn't miss the look in his eyes, that deep, primal hunger simmering just beneath the surface. She smirked, tilting her head as she studied him.

"If I didn't know any better," she teased, voice dripping with seduction, "I'd say you have a fetish... fucking me pregnant."

Tank's jaw ticked, but he looked off, like he was contemplating something, debating on whether he should admit the truth. Kayla noticed the hesitation, the slight clench in his grip before he smoothed his thumb over the arch of her foot.

Her smirk deepened. "Oh, baby, I didn't mean any harm," she purred, reaching out to stroke his chin. "It's okay if you do."

Tank exhaled, still looking off. "I just..." He trailed off, his voice thick with something heavy. "Don't want you judgin' me or lookin' at me different."

Kayla's lips parted slightly. "I would never judge you. I love you, every piece of you."

His eyes flicked back to hers, reading her, searching for any sign of hesitation. But there was none. Just that same warmth, that same curiosity, that same need to understand him in ways no one else ever had.

He ran a hand down his face before finally exhaling. "I do," he admitted, his voice low, slightly gruff. "I got a breeding kink."

Kayla's stomach flipped. She figured, but hearing him say it so plainly sent a wave of heat through her body.

Tank rubbed at the back of his neck. "It's taboo, freaky... when I mentioned it to another girl before, she looked at me like I was a damn freak."

Kayla sat up slightly, her hands sliding over his broad chest. "That's not a problem for me," she assured him, her fingers tracing slow, teasing circles.

Tank's eyes darkened, but he still hesitated.

Kayla smirked. "What other fetishes should I know about?"

Tank exhaled through his nose. "I love to dominate," he murmured.

Kayla chuckled. "That was a given."

His lips curved slightly, but his expression stayed serious. "I like control, lil' bit. Telling you when to cum. Watching you beg for it. Knowing you mine in every way." His voice dropped, sending a shiver straight through her. "And I love that you pregnant with my baby."

Kayla swallowed, her belly tightening at his tone.

"Been obsessed with it," Tank admitted, his hand sliding up her thigh.

Kayla bit her lip, but curiosity had her pressing further. "So when did this start? The need to... fill up?"

Tank exhaled, eyes flickering with something almost animalistic. "Shit... from the time I started having sex, I always had the urge to nut inside. Always had to fight that shit."

Kayla's brows lifted. "Even with Darling?"

Tank scoffed. "Yeah. But I only used condoms with her. It wasn't the same." His eyes flicked to hers, dark, possessive. "But you?" His grip tightened on her thigh. "I knew back in Albany when you were having a wet dream about me, and somethin' about that did somethin' to me. I knew if I ever got the chance, I wasn't usin' condoms."

Kayla shuddered, squeezing her thighs together.

Tank's voice dropped even lower. "And when you initiated the sex?" He exhaled, eyes locked on hers. "It was over. I planned then to fill you up. And when you ain't tell me to pull out?" His nostrils flared slightly. "I knew then I could really fulfill my kink with you."

Kayla smirked, rubbing her swollen belly.

Tank's eyes followed the motion like he was hypnotized.

Kayla licked her lips. "Is there any other kinks you got?"

Tank chuckled, shaking his head. "You really wanna know, huh?"

Kayla nodded, her voice thick with arousal. "I wanna explore all of them with you."

Tank studied her, then exhaled slowly. "Aight then," he murmured, his voice like gravel. "Be careful what you ask for, lil' bit."

Kayla's smirk deepened. "I can handle it."

Kayla swung her legs over the couch, standing up slowly, her belly making her movements more deliberate. She ran a hand over her swollen stomach, eyes locked on Tank as she bit her lip.

"So... how about we take this to the bedroom?" she suggested, her voice dripping with invitation.

Tank's eyes followed her every movement, from the way her fingers trailed over her belly to the way her hips naturally swayed. He leaned back, rubbing his jaw as he exhaled through his nose.

"You tryin' to start some shit," he murmured, his voice deep, low, full of something dark and hungry.

Kayla smirked, knowing she was teasing him, knowing exactly what that look in his eyes meant. "You the one talkin' all that freaky shit," she reminded him, stepping closer. "I just wanna see."

Tank tilted his head, watching her, contemplating something before he finally stood. The second he did, his presence swallowed her whole, his broad chest nearly pressing against hers. His hands went to her hips, gripping them, fingers pressing into the soft flesh.

"You really wanna see what I'm on, lil' bit?" His voice was husky, thick with promise.

Kayla nodded, her breath hitching slightly. "Yeah."

Tank smirked, shaking his head like she had no idea what she was asking for. Then, with one swift motion, he scooped her up, one arm cradling beneath her knees, the other supporting her back.

Kayla gasped, giggling as he carried her effortlessly toward the bedroom. "Tank!"

"You actin' like you don't know I got you," he murmured against her ear, voice sending chills down her spine.

He pushed open the bedroom door with his foot, stepping inside before lowering her down onto the bed. Kayla's back hit the mattress, but Tank didn't move away. Instead, he hovered over her, his thick frame blocking out everything but him. His fingers traced slow, lazy circles over her belly, his eyes dark with possession.

"I ever tell you how much I love seein' you like this?" he murmured, pressing a kiss just above her navel.

Kayla exhaled, her fingers sliding into his waves. "You might've mentioned it once or twice."

Tank kissed lower, right where her stomach curved outward. "Nah, you don't get it," he murmured, voice thick. "This shit? You carrying my baby? You all mine?" He exhaled, nuzzling against her skin. "I swear I ain't ever wanted nothin' more in my life."

Kayla's breath hitched, her heart pounding as his words sank in.

Tank moved up, pressing his body fully against hers, his warmth completely surrounding her. "Tell me, lil' bit," he murmured, lips brushing her ear. "You wanna see what else I been holdin' back?"

Kayla swallowed, nodding.

Tank smirked, eyes gleaming. "Aight then. Lay back, and let me show you."

Kayla did exactly that. As Tank begins to remove her shorts, a loud knock rattles the front door.

Tank exhaled sharply, his forehead resting against Kayla's belly as he clenched his jaw. "Ain't no damn way," he muttered.

Kayla giggled, already knowing who it was. "You better go get that before they busts the door down."

Tank sighed, sitting up. "Don't move," he instructed, adjusting himself in his sweats before making his way to the door. As soon as he stepped out of the bedroom, he closed the door behind him, his mind already set on getting back to what he was about to do.

When he swung the front door open, Coco stood there, a smug look on her face, her hair slightly frizzy like she had just been putting in work.

"I dog walked that bitch," she announced, hands on her hips. "Dragged her ass right on that patio."

Tank smirked, arms crossed over his chest. "Good."

Coco sucked her teeth. "Nah, don't just say 'good' like that, motherfucker. You don't understand. I beat her ass. Had that hoe crying—nose busted again, lips swole. She could barely get her words out."

Tank let out a deep chuckle. "Coco, you stay wild."

Coco grinned. "And you love me for it." She studied him for a second, then her lips curled into a knowing smirk. "Oh, I see that look in your eye."

Tank tilted his head. "What look?"

"That 'bout to go fuck the shit outta Kayla' look."

Tank laughed, shaking his head.

Coco wagged her finger. "Mmhmm. Don't play dumb, nigga. I know you. She in there waitin', ain't she?"

Tank licked his lips. "Yup."

Coco clapped her hands together. "Say less. But listen, go handle your fiancée—but go light on her."

Tank raised a brow. "Why you say it like that?"

Coco gave him a pointed look. "Because I know you. I see the way you be lookin' at her pregnant ass. You obsessed, nigga."

Tank smirked, rubbing his jaw. "And?"

"And nothin', just don't have my girl cryin' and wobblin' 'round here tomorrow, that's all I'm sayin'."

Tank chuckled as he closed the door, locking it behind him. Light? That wasn't in the plans. Not tonight.

The moment he stepped back into the bedroom, his breath hitched.

Kayla sat in the middle of the bed, completely bare—her crop top, bra, shorts, and panties discarded. Her skin glowed under the soft bedroom lights, her belly round and beautiful, her curves even more tempting.

Tank's gaze swept over her slowly, taking his time. Her breasts sat heavy, her nipples already pebbled, her thighs slightly parted, inviting. She bit her lip, watching his every reaction.

"I listened," she murmured. "Didn't move."

Tank's tongue flicked across his bottom lip. "Yeah? Look at you, bein' a good girl."

Kayla smirked. "I like when you call me that."

Tank exhaled, pulling his shirt over his head before shoving his sweats down, leaving him in just his briefs. "Good," he murmured, climbing onto the bed.

Kayla leaned back, propping herself up on her elbows. "You keep lookin' at me like that."

"Like what?" Tank asked, gripping her ankles and spreading her legs apart.

"Like you about to—"

Tank cut her off, leaning down to press a hot, open-mouthed kiss to her inner thigh. "Like I'm about to what, baby?"

Kayla's breath shuddered. "You know what."

Tank kissed higher, lips trailing over her soft skin, heat radiating from his body to hers.

"Yeah," he murmured against her. "I know exactly what."

Tank gripped Kayla's thighs, spreading them wider as he hovered over her, his gaze dark and hungry. His breathing was slow and deep, his chest rising and falling as he let his hands roam over the soft curve of her belly.

"You're so full of me," he muttered, almost to himself, rubbing his palm over her stretched skin. "Carrying my baby. Look at you, lil' mama... you was made for this."

Kayla shivered, her breath hitching as his words settled in her ears. The way he spoke, the way he looked at her—like he was mesmerized, obsessed with every part of her body as it grew with his child.

Tank licked his lips, trailing his hands up to cup her breasts, his thumbs flicking over her sensitive nipples. "These gettin' heavy for me too," he murmured, watching her squirm. "Gon' be full of milk soon, huh? Drippin' for me..."

Kayla whimpered, her body reacting instantly. She wasn't expecting him to talk like that, wasn't expecting the heat that rushed through her veins at the sound of it.

"You like that, don't you?" Tank smirked as he leaned in, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking it deep. Kayla moaned, arching into him as his tongue flicked over the sensitive bud. He was sucking like he was trying to pull something out of her, like he was already getting her ready to feed their baby.

"Daddy..." she breathed, her fingers threading into his curls, tugging him closer.

He released her nipple with a wet pop and groaned. "Yeah, baby, say my name like that." He latched onto the other one, sucking just as eagerly, his other hand gripping her thigh, pulling her closer.

Kayla felt like she was floating, pleasure rolling through her in deep waves. She never thought she'd be into this, never even considered it, but the way Tank was moving, the way he was talking to her, had her completely wrapped up in it.

"You been lettin' me fill you up since day one," Tank murmured against her skin, kissing his way down her belly. "Ain't never told me to pull out. Knew I was gon' put a baby in you, didn't you?"

Kayla moaned as he pressed kisses to her belly. "Mmm... I knew..."

Tank grinned, biting his lip as he slid lower, his breath hot against her inner thigh. "Damn right you did. You wanted this. Just like I did."

Kayla was speechless, her body burning under his touch, her core throbbing with need.

Tank smirked, gripping her thighs and pulling her to the edge of the bed. "You gon' take all this nut tonight, too," he promised. "Every drop. Gon' keep you nice and full for me."

Kayla gasped as Tank's tongue flicked against her, her hands gripping the sheets as her body gave in to him completely.

He was nasty with it, uninhibited, like he had been holding back this side of himself for too long. But now that he knew she could handle it, now that she had accepted all of him, he wasn't holding back shit. Tank sat back for a moment, just watching her—watching the way her body responded to his words, the way her thighs trembled with anticipation. Kayla was laid out before him, already dripping, already ready for whatever he had planned.

"Get on your knees, baby," he instructed, his voice deep, commanding. "Arch that ass up high for me."

Kayla shivered at his tone, turning over onto her hands and knees, obeying without hesitation. She arched her back just the way he liked, her ass lifted high, presenting herself to him. She knew what he wanted, what he needed, and she was more than ready to give it to him.

Tank ran his hands over her curves, gripping her ass cheeks and spreading them apart, groaning at the sight of her glistening folds. "Damn, you stay ready for me," he muttered, shaking his head in admiration.

"Yes, daddy," Kayla moaned, wiggling her hips slightly, needing more.

Tank smirked, his thumbs rubbing over the soft flesh of her ass before he reached down, stroking himself. "You know what I want," he murmured, pressing the thick head of his length against her wet entrance but not pushing in just yet.

"Tell me," he ordered, wanting to hear her say it.

Kayla licked her lips, her breath shaky. "You wanna fill me up..." she moaned, pressing back against him.

Tank groaned, loving the way she embraced his kink, the way she was just as turned on by it as he was. "Damn right," he rasped. "And don't push none of my nut outta you until the end of the night, you hear me?"

"Yes, daddy," Kayla whimpered, gripping the sheets, her body aching for him.

Tank exhaled through his nose, steadying himself as he pressed into her, slowly stretching her inch by inch. She gasped, arching her back deeper, welcoming every thick inch of him.

"Fuck," Tank gritted, gripping her hips as he bottomed out, his eyes locked on the way her body took him so perfectly. "You feel so damn good, mama..."

Kayla moaned, her body melting into the pleasure. She barely had time to recover before she felt his thumb glide up the curve of her ass, circling her tightest hole.

Her breath hitched. "Baby..."

"Mmhmm," he hummed, rubbing slow teasing circles. "You already know, baby. Don't tense up."

Kayla exhaled, relaxing as much as she could as his thumb pressed against her tight rim, pushing in slightly.

"Damn, I love this body," Tank muttered, watching the way she took him so easily. "Made just for me."

He started moving, slow at first, rolling his hips into her, making sure she felt every deep stroke. His thumb pushed deeper, stretching her in a way that had her moaning loud, her toes curling.

"You mine," Tank grunted, gripping her waist tighter, picking up his pace. "This pussy mine. This ass mine. All of it."

"All yours, daddy," Kayla whimpered, completely lost in him.

Tank smirked, smacking her ass before driving deeper, his need to breed her, to claim her, taking full control. Tank was lost in her, in the way her body gripped him, in the way her moans filled the room. His grip on her hips tightened as he drove into her with slow, deliberate strokes, making sure she felt every thick inch stretching her out.

"Shit, you feel so damn good," he groaned, his deep voice raspy with lust. His thumb pressed further into her tightest hole, just enough to make her gasp and arch deeper for him.

Kayla shuddered, her breath shaky. "Daddy..." she whimpered, pushing back against him.

Tank smirked, leaning over her, his chest pressing to her back as his lips found her ear. "Yeah, baby?" he rasped, his breath hot against her skin. "You like when I play with this ass, huh?"

She moaned in response, nodding frantically.

"I know you do," he chuckled darkly, pulling back up to admire the way she was spread out before him. His hand slid up her spine, his palm pressing between her shoulder blades, guiding her to arch even deeper. "That's it... let me in all the way," he murmured.

He started moving faster, his hips snapping forward with powerful strokes, filling her up over and over again. Kayla's fingers gripped the sheets, her moans turning into breathy cries of pleasure.

"Tank... oh my God," she gasped, barely able to form words.

"Nah, baby," he grunted, smacking her ass, watching the flesh jiggle under his touch. "Say my name right."

"Yes, Daddy!" she moaned, her body trembling.

Tank growled in satisfaction, his fingers digging into her hips. "That's my girl," he praised. "Take all this dick... take all this nut I'm about to give you."

Kayla whimpered, her body tightening around him, and he groaned at how damn good she felt. He knew she was close, could feel it in the way her walls clenched around him.

"You gonna keep all my nut inside you, right?" he taunted, his strokes getting deeper, rougher.

"Yes, Daddy," she sobbed, overwhelmed with pleasure.

Tank smirked, completely in control, completely lost in the way she submitted to him. He could feel himself getting close, his body tensing as the need to claim her fully took over.

"Don't you push none of it out," he growled, his hips snapping into hers with deep, punishing strokes.

Kayla's body trembled, her moans turning into desperate cries as the pleasure overwhelmed her. "I won't, Daddy! I swear!"

"Good girl," Tank grunted, gripping her ass tighter. "Now cum for me."

And just like that, Kayla shattered, her body convulsing as she came hard, her screams muffled by the sheets. Tank followed right behind her, groaning deep as he buried himself inside her, spilling every drop of his release exactly where he wanted it.

For a long moment, the only sounds in the room were their heavy breaths, the aftermath of their raw, unfiltered passion lingering between them.

Tank smirked, rubbing his hand over her ass, squeezing gently. "Damn, baby... you took that like a pro," he murmured, completely satisfied.

Kayla let out a breathless giggle, her body still tingling. "I had no choice... you weren't playing."

Tank chuckled, leaning down to kiss her shoulder. "Damn right. And you better not push none of that out."

Kayla smirked, wiggling her hips teasingly. "Guess you'll have to keep an eye on me all night, then."

Tank growled playfully, smacking her ass again. "Oh, trust me... I plan to."

Kayla collapsed onto the bed, her body spent, her skin glistening in the dim light. Every nerve ending was still humming, her limbs boneless from the way Tank had taken her, owned her, worshiped her. Her breath was uneven, chest rising and falling, trying to catch up with the intensity of it all.

Tank, still hovering over her, wasn't done. His dark, hungry gaze devoured her as he reached down, his fingers grazing the inside of her trembling thigh. "Lemme see it, baby," he murmured, his deep Southern drawl dripping with satisfaction. "Push all of it out."

Kayla whined, her body still sensitive, but she did as he asked, arching her back just enough, parting her legs. Tank licked his lips, watching with deep, primal fascination as his seed slowly trickled from her, evidence of just how much he had given her, filled her. His dick twitched at the sight, already stirring back to life.

"Damn," he exhaled, gripping her waist, his large hands possessive. "I love you for lettin' me do this." His voice was thick, filled with something deeper than just lust—something raw, something unshakable.

Kayla smirked, still dazed, still floating from the euphoria he had drowned her in. She reached for him, her fingers curling at the nape of his neck, pulling him down until their lips were just a whisper apart. "I love how nasty you are," she murmured against his mouth, her voice sultry, teasing. "I know we gonna be together forever."

Tank groaned low, his mouth capturing hers in a deep, slow, possessive kiss, his tongue sliding against hers in a way that made her toes curl. It was nasty. It was messy. It was them. His hands roamed, gripping her, pulling her impossibly closer, like he could never get enough.

Kayla melted against him, knowing that no matter how much he took from her, she'd always be ready to give him more.