"Who's the only man who will ever touch you again?"
"You—only you—please, " she begged. The more I questioned her, the wetter she got.
“My greedy girl.” I said in defeat. We were god damn doomed.
I felt her tightening around me, close to the edge. I released her throat and grabbed her hips, angling her so I could hit that spot that made her see stars. The spot she absolutely loved.
"Come for me, wife," I commanded. "Show me I own you."
Natasha challenged me, holding back as I built her up to that point of no return. Her eyes baited me, daring me to take her to that place where she needed to be. Silly wife, everything about her commanded me. If it was where she wanted to go, I would take her there readily. Every wish…
When I kept up that pace for her–steady and at the tempo she needed, I saw the moment of panic. The one who told me she was getting exactly what she wanted and that I’d taken her there without a single word being spoken. I didn’t need her to say a thing. I watched her every move, anticipating her needs, knowing that it was my responsibility to bring this moment toher whenever she desired it. That time was now. That feeling of euphoria posed on her face so damn deliciously that I wished that I could eat–consume it. She shattered with a scream that echoed off the walls, her entire body convulsing beneath me. The sensation of her clenching around me pulled my own release from somewhere deep and primal. That partnered with the satisfaction that I completed her and this mission was too damn much to not release into her. I saw the love shining up at me from the corners of her eyes where the tears gathered. I felt how safe she felt with me in this moment and all the ones before it. In this moment, everything that encompassed us knotted so tight within me that I came hard, filling her, marking her from the inside out.
But I wasn't done. I stayed inside her, still hard, and reached for something I'd hidden under the pillow. A permanent marker.
Her eyes widened when she saw it.
"What—"
"Shh," I murmured, uncapping it. "I want to mark what's mine."
I pulled out slowly, watching my release drip from her, then I wrote across her lower abdomen in dark, bold letters:
PROPERTY OF VOLKOV
She trembled beneath me, watching as I marked her skin.
"This," I said, tracing over the words with my finger, "stays until it fades. And when it does, I'll write it again. And again. Until you never forget who you belong to."
"I could never forget," she whispered.
I leaned down, kissing the words I'd written, then moved back up to capture her mouth. "I know, princess. But I'm apossessive bastard, and I need everyone—including you—to see it."
Natasha hesitated, then I saw that bravado take the stage. “I don’t know how healthy that’ll be for the baby.”
“Baby?” I questioned with my mouth and the squint of my eyes.
“Yes, husband. The baby.” She giggled. “Check under the tree.”
Wondering what this wife of mine was up to, I went to the Christmas tree in the corner of the room and picked up the box that was there. I’d thought that it was just part of the decoration. The white box with a golden ribbon had a tag hanging from the side with my name on it. I pulled off the top to see a onesie with ‘Baby Volkov’ on it. Then there was the pregnancy test in a clear box that read pregnant. There was also a framed letter from the doctor declaring her pregnant as well with an ultrasound photo.
I turned to her to see her smiling and crying. Rushing back to her, I untied her wrists, rubbing feeling back into them gently. She wrapped her arms around me immediately, clinging tight.
"I love you," she murmured against my chest.
Those three words still had the power to undo me. I rolled us over so she was on top, straddling me, and pulled her down for another kiss.
"I love you too," I said, and I meant it with every dark, twisted part of my soul. "My wife. My princess. Mother of my child. Mine."
“So you’re happy?” She asked.
“You have no idea.” I exhaled. “The wedding had been your Christmas gift, along with everything else I’d gotten you. But this–the baby. Is mine.”
She smiled—that beautiful, devastating smile that had brought me to my knees from the first moment I saw it. And as she reached between us, putting me inside her again, and beganto move above me, taking her pleasure while I watched in awe, I knew one thing with absolute certainty. Not only was she mine, but I was hers.
Two weeks later…
Dmitri
