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"Oh. Oh, my goodness. That's so beautiful." She whispers, her fingers gentle as she whisks them over the tattoo, stroking over the inky skin.
"I would've never known, and I never would've asked. Thank you for telling me." She plants a gentle kiss on my back.
"I thought about you every day too. And after I had Lucian, it became everyday. There was no escape."
Her voice is so filled to the brim with a joyous sort of disbelief, and I find it gratifying that I've given in to that. I turn to her and heft her into my arms, slide my hands to cup her ass, and steal a strong kiss from her surprised lips.
She kisses me back, then spreads her legs and curves them over my ass so that her folds are right over my cock, and I throb for her.
I need to have her. She grinds into me, and that's the last string holding my restraint together gone. I bite down on her lip and swallow her cry of pleasure when I slide my cock into her tight sheath.
"Fuck Xander." She wails, her cries like beauty and life and everything in between to me.
"You want that?" I grit out, pulling all the way out to the tip and holding myself there even though it feels as though I'll drive myself mad doing that.
"I need this." She whimpers, bearing herself down on me. Her body pulses around me, the tight sheath of her body dragging me into the depths of my soul where an orgasm is already tearing at me.
I drive into her slowly, pushing and stroking inside the tight-as-glove wetness of her wet body. She grinds down to meet me halfway, and I fight her vice grip to pull out again and repeat the action.
I bend my head and suck her nipple into my mouth, first one and then another, my fingers tracing restlessly over her skin, little sharp swells of pleasure exploding like fireworks over my body.
She arches her breasts into my sucking tongue, and I allow my tongue to saw over her. Then I kiss my way to the other breast and lavish the same attention on it, all the time thrusting my thickness into her.
All the while groaning every time she tightens around me as her body prepares to rock over the ridge of her orgasm into another realm.
She flutters around me more and more, her moans acquiring a lighter edge to it as she crests and then spills, shuddering and shaking so hard she tips me over too.
My balls tighten, my fingers tingle, my body rears back and slams into her with no rhythm or rhyme or an attempt at control.
I sink my teeth into her neck, right into the curve where her neck meets her shoulders, and bite down hard on the flesh. Her body jerks, and her core tightens as the pain draws a pant from her.
She grinds into me harder, her body growing almost limp in my arms, and I drag my teeth along her body to give her a respite, then return it to the bite mark I'd left and sink my teeth in again.
She shudders this time and moans a loud moan that's a symphony I want to hear my entire life. I cum into her, spilling my seeds into her willing body, wondering why I'd waited this long to have her again.
Wondering why it still felt this good all these years later. Wondering why I feel the need to have her again even as I spill the evidence of my need for her inside her warmth.
It's insanity. A warm, wet, lovely insanity with heaving breasts that hold my attention, with hips that will cradle my child—has already cradled my child.
I kiss her lips and then let her slide down me after however long it takes for us to have our breathing under control. She smiles at me with her trembling lips, and I kiss her again; this time, it's soft and gentle, and when I pull away, I blow a gentle breeze of air across the mark on her shoulder.
"Did I hurt you?" I ask. She shakes her head and darts her eyes up to mine.
"Not at all. I liked it. I'll wear it like a brand."
I chuckle softly and pull out of her. Then, slap on the shower, which has somehow ended up off. I don't know how.
"How come you always slap it that way?" She asks, snickering at me.
I look at the knob. "I do?"
She swings her hand through the air in a bad imitation of me. "Exactly like this. All the time."
I smirk, then glare playfully at her. "I don't do that." Yes, I do.
"Yes, you do." She says. "Seen it at least three times. I like it. It's very inherently you. I don't think I'll ever see anyone do it quite like you."
"You better not. Another man has you like this; he'll lose more than his balls."
