Page 4 of The Marriage

He would have loved to do this forever.

Feel her.

Taste her.

Have her.

Once more, he was reminded just how fleeting these moments truly were for them—who knew when they’d be able to enjoy time alone like this again. As fast as the anger came and went, he’d still felt it.

It had still been there.

And it wasn’t fair.

Roman wanted this with Karine as much as he wanted it for her, too—for her to always be happy like this. Carefree and dreamy when he touched her. He wanted it to last forever.

But it wouldn’t.

That’s why it also hurt.

He slipped her thong down her thighs. It swished to her ankles as he pressed himself into her until her backside stuck firmly to the glass under his weight.

Could people see them from below? If so, then he hoped they found themselves envious of Karine. Of how beautiful she was on display when she was being loved properly, and fucked well.

He took her face in both his hands, searching her ocean eyes darkened with bliss. She still had that lingering smile—it was like he almost couldn’t remember the Karine he’d first met. Perpetually afraid, always tired.

He vowed in that second to do everything he needed so that he would spend the rest of his life with this Karine.

His Karine.

When he lifted her up against the windows, Karine wrapped her legs around his hips. She was featherlight in his arms, and already shifting her hips to get even a brush of his cock along her slit. As she did finally sink down on his length, he was lost to the slick, silken heat encompassing his dick when he plowed in.

Her arms rested on his shoulders while her fingers toyed with the back of his neck, weaving in and out of his hair. He swallowed her soft moans with kisses, settling his cock deeper into her with every thrust until she was shuddering with each one.

Neither seemed to notice the thudding sounds they made—Roman drove himself into Karine, making her body rock against the glass window with a rhythmic beat. One of the only beats he knew how to keep, honestly.

He could see the sprawling Vegas city over her shoulder when his lavished attention at the spot on her neck that she loved for him to kiss, and for a moment, they were on top of the world.

What was he thinking about before he started fucking her? He couldn’t even remember, his mind was already too hazy from the whimpering sounds his wife made in his ear as he brought her closer to her sweet release. It was a glorious place to be.

“Roman ...”

Her whisper of his name fell like a prayer between them. She watched him through lust-hooded eyes with pouty lips swollen from his kiss.

“Tell me anything,” he murmured.

He didn’t stop, never once breaking his pace while her breaths came out fast, and ragged. She struggled to form the words, but when she did, he hadn’t been ready for them.

“Promise me you’ll never leave me.”

Because everybody did, he knew.

In one way or another, everybody left her.

Roman couldn’t look away from her, but if he said those exact words, they would be a lie. Life wasn’t that simple, and certainly not the one he chose to live. He still wasn’t going to lie to Karine—or make promises he couldn’t keep.

“Promise me.”

That time, she spoke sharper.