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I should stop this before it goes any further. But we’ve already gone too far, and right now I don’t give a fuck.

I guide her up onto my lap. I’m already hard again. Gripping her hips, I bring her down onto my cock in one deep thrust. She cries out, the sound full of pleasure as I fill her completely.

“Move,” I tell her.

She braces her hands on my chest and starts to bounce on my cock. Her full breasts rise and fall with every movement. I reach up, cupping one, rolling her nipple between my fingers, squeezing just hard enough to draw another cry from her.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I rasp against her ear, my hands tight on her hips. “Look at you, taking every inch like you were made for it. So perfect. Don’t stop. Keep moving just like that.”

I guide her hips when her rhythm falters, showing her how to take me deeper, how to roll her waist in a way that makes both of us groan.

“You like that?” I ask, voice rough. “Tell me what feels good.”

“Harder—” she gasps, the word breaking on a moan as she rolls her hips. “Right there… yes, just like that—”

Her rhythm falters, then quickens, becoming more frantic. “Roman… I’m going to come,” she gasps.

“Come for me.”

She shatters around me with a cry of my name, her body clenching tight. I hold back my own release—I already came once, and I’m not finishing again before I pull at least one more orgasm out of her. I keep lifting and dropping her on my cock, not giving her time to recover.

My hand slips between us, fingers spreading her own wetness over her clit. She throws her head back.

“It’s too much—”

She tries to push my hand away, but I don’t let her. I keep stimulating her until her whole body starts to shake. This orgasm hits her harder than the first. She almost collapses, but I hold her firmly in place and fuck her through it.

She falls forward against my chest, nails raking down my back hard enough to leave marks I’ll wear gladly. She bites my neck as the last waves roll through her, my feral little wife coming apart completely in my arms.

Shortly after, I bury myself deep and come hard inside her with a low, guttural groan.

For a while neither of us speaks. We’re both breathing heavily, bodies still joined. The reality of what I’ve just done settles in. I let her into this place, and now there’s no erasing her from it. Still, I wouldn’t take any of it back. These past minutes have been the most peaceful I’ve felt all week.

I stand with her still wrapped around me, my cum already starting to slip down her thighs, and carry her upstairs. I take her into the bathroom, wash her carefully, dry her off, and put her to bed.

When I shift to leave, her fingers close around my wrist. “Stay,” she whispers. “Please.”

Chapter 18

Aurora

I wake slowly to the comforting weight of strong, warm arms wrapped securely around me. For a few blissful moments, I don't open my eyes. I simply lie there, cocooned in my husband’s warmth, aware of the pleasant ache between my legs and the steady rise and fall of the chest beneath my cheek.

After Roman had cleaned me, and tucked me into bed last night, I remember reaching for him, asking him not to go. I had fully expected to wake up alone, just as I had every other morning since we arrived in Chicago.

But when I finally lift my head and look at him, my heart melts. Roman is still here, holding me.

A smile spreads across my face before I can stop it. This is the first time since we got married that we've spent the entire night in the same bed.

Sleeping Roman is nothing like the Roman the rest of the world knows. The hard lines of his face have softened, the permanent tension between his brows has disappeared, and a few strands of dark hair have fallen across his forehead. He looks younger. More vulnerable.

My fingers twitch with the urge to brush the stray strands away from his face, but I stop myself. I don't want to wake him.

I remain in his arms for a bit longer, until my bladder reminds me that I need to use the restroom.

Very carefully, I begin easing myself out of his embrace, moving slowly so I don't disturb him. For a brief second, his arm tightens around my waist, and a sleepy groan rumbles from his chest before his grip loosens again.

When his breathing settles back into its slow, even rhythm, I quietly slip out of bed and make my way to the bathroom.