I’d worried how accepting a man into my body again would affect me. Whether I would find myself trapped in other encounters of the past and close my eyes and pray for a field of flowers to appear in my mind, or if I would burst into tears from the violation of being penetrated. I knew his cock was big, both in and out of a state of arousal.
But in this moment, the man touching me is gentle as he pins me in place without hurting me. His smell clean and familiar as his pleasure stings with a lovely burn. The feel of him comforting instead of sickening.
No, there will be no escaping to the flowers in my mind. Not with Warren.
My soul knows him.
My husband, the man who just recited a wedding vow so beautiful and perfect in its sincerity that I could almost cry.
The only man I will ever take into my body again.
He bottoms out with a jagged groan, then he stills, transfixed at the sight of our joining. “Too good,” he mumbles breathlessly. “How can you even fit all of me inside you like this?”
I don’t have the answer to that. All I know is I’ve never felt so damn full in all my life. “Move,” I beg. “I need you to move!”
He stiffens, a pained grimace twisting his handsome features. “You mean get out?”
“No, I meanmove!” Still holding his hips with my legs and hands, I yank him down until we’re skin to skin once more. At the change of sensation from the different angle, I gasp and he curses, but he slaps a hand to either side of my head to brace himself. “Take me,” I plead.
“Fuck!” The word is almost as deep as his cock as he begins to move in choppy strokes, murmuring things that might be words of love just as much as they might be nonsense as he settles into a slow, grinding rhythm.
The heavy pressure is so perfect that my senses momentarily go blind. Surrounded and conquered by him, I close my eyes and let myself float away in bliss. Words leave me, but there is no need for soft lies to falsely stroke his ego to get him to finish. My arms wrap around the expanse of his back as I try to pull him even more into me. I need more of his touch. More of him. Although his body rubs against my clit with every movement, I’m unsure if I can find release again so soon.
But even if I don’t, there’s a different sort of womanly pleasure in holding him as he makes me his wife and finds satisfaction in my body. With every thrust, the remnants ofthe wall barricading my heart crumble as his love for me gently and steadily batters into it. “Just like this. Keep going just like this.”
The hot breath of Warren’s groan burns my neck as he slowly and steadily slides into me again. Over and over, as he breathes words of praise into my skin. “So good. You’re so good for only me, wife.”
He curses when I accidentally squeeze around him. “Goddammit, Mara. Don’t be doing that. Not unless you want me to lose control.”
“What if that’s what I want?” I do it again, this time on purpose, and the way his face pinches tautly tells me just how close he is. Sweat beads along his forehead, and his muscled arms strain as he fights to not fully crush me with his weight. What would it take to push him over the edge? All these nights, he selflessly gave me release without taking any for himself. Even tonight, he made sure I reached my peak before he ever breached me with his cock.
“Don’t goad me,” he warns through gritted teeth. This is a man clinging to the last threads of his control, and the knowledge is thrilling. His hips move a little harder, a little wilder.
I love it.
I slip my hands down to cup his ass as I clench around him again. Warren growls, hips stilling until I release him. And then my sweet, charming husband becomes a beast, driving into me with savage thrusts so forceful that I slide across the bed.
“Yes,” I moan through choppy breaths. “Make me yours, husband.”Make me forget every man who ever came before you. The more he claims me, the more a deep desire stirs within my core at the vast power difference between us. The man strong enough to hurt me uses his strength to please me. Toprotect me. I think…I think I crave being small and powerless in the embrace of such a man.
From this man.
My husband.
I wait for the fear from such a thought as Warren’s arms tighten around me, but there’s only a wave of want. An absolute realization that being beneath him—and only him—and seeing the stark, physical need on his beautiful face as he takes what he wants from me only makes me crave him more.
His hips falter, thrusts growing both slower and harder. With one last forceful surge forward, he holds, releasing himself into me with a long, hoarse groan. The sight and sounds of him in this state—knowing it’s because of how much he desires me—is enough to send me spiraling once more. I pulse around him, barely hearing his muffled swearing over my own broken breaths as my vision grows spotty and I lose myself to oblivion.
Warren collapses onto me, crushing me for a brief moment before lifting to tenderly brush sweaty strands from my brow. Even though the cool air that chills my skin is welcoming, I miss the full, comforting weight of him. He doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to pull his cock from me, though, and I don’t mind staying connected to him for a while longer.
He glances down at our joining, awe and satisfaction mixing in his expression. “I didn’t know such perfection and heaven could be found in a wife, but now that you’re mine, I need you every night for forever and always.”
“That’s a long time.” I place my hand over his pounding heart. Love, only a mere four letters, isn’t an adequate word to describe the depth of my feelings for the man this heart belongs to, but it’s the only one that comes close.
“Eternity itself isn’t long enough for a love like ours, Mara.” He kisses me, deep and slow, and I believe him. “I’d tie you to me like this forever if I could, so don’t you go getting any wild ideas about anything less than eternity unless you want me to show you all the ways a Shay man hunts down his woman.”
His words are intense, but after hearing Dove and Eleanor’s own stories, I believe him in that, too. “I don’t ever want to leave you. I love you too much.”
“Not as much as I love you.” He glances towards the corner of the room. “And that sweet, beautiful daughter of ours, who I can’t believe slept long enough for us to have this time together.”
