Jade moves with a confidence I haven't seen in weeks, taking what she wants.
And what she wants is me.
She pushes me onto my back and straddles my hips, looking down at me with dark eyes and swollen lips. I think I might cum here and now. Fuck the act of sex.
"Jade—"
"Shh." She lowers herself slowly onto my aching dick, and we both groan.
I let her set the pace, her hands on my chest, her breath coming faster. I grip her hips—not to control her, but to keep myself from exploding—and watch her face as pleasure makes it even more beautiful.
This is my wife. This woman survived Mila's cruelty and my betrayal and came out stronger. This woman who gave me a second chance when I didn’t deserve one.
She moves so fucking well against me I sink my teeth into my lip and chant her name.
She’s a goddess, and I will worship her for the rest of my life.
Jade lifts her hips, so her pussy is clenching the tip of my dick, and for a second, my eyes widen and I panic she’s going to let me slip out of her.
But then, fuck me, she slams down with such force I can barely breathe. She doesn’t stop, repeating it until I lose control, thrusting into her from below, slamming her onto me with my fingers on her hips.
“Devon!” she cries out, but I can’t stop.
Over and over, I slam into my fucking gorgeous wife, owning her as much as I can, praying my cum does its fucking job and gives us the baby we both want so much.
“I’m filling you with everything I’ve got, baby,” I mutter, my voice strangled as I erupt into her. “Take it all.”
“Give it to me,” she pants, her mouth twisting into an O as she lets her body give in to the pleasure overtaking it. It’s fucking beautiful to watch her shatter in this way for me.
Onlyfor me.
Afterward, we lie tangled in our sheets, breathing in sync.
"That was…different," she murmurs.
"Good, different?"
"The best different." She tilts her head to look at me. “You fucked me like you meant it.”
I pull her tighter against me. “I fucking meant it, Jade.”
"What happens tomorrow?" Jade asks.
"Whatever we want." I press my lips to her hair. "We wake up. We make coffee. We figure out therest together."
I feel her breathing even out as sleep claims her, her body growing heavy and warm against mine. I hold her and I let myself feel it—really feel it—for the first time in months.
Hope.
Hope that I can give Jade the life she deserves. That we can keep aiming for forever, and that my stupid fucking actions don’t overshadow what we could have.
Mila has gone. The police have her documented history. The restraining order stands. Whatever consequences come for her, it’s on her.
I close my eyes, Jade's heartbeat steady against my chest, and for the first time in what feels like forever, I sleep through the night.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
JADE
