"Good. That's how I want you. Constantly aware of who you belong to."
I strip off my own clothes, taking my time. Let her look at me. At the wolf tattoos covering my chest and arms. At the scarsfrom my life before her. At my cock, already hard and ready for her.
"You're beautiful," she breathes.
"I'm scarred and dangerous."
"You're beautiful to me." She reaches out, traces one of the scars on my ribs. "Every part of you."
I lay her on the bed gently. Kneel between her thighs. Look at her spread out before me—flushed and wanting and mine.
"I love you," I tell her, leaning down to kiss her stomach. "I love you so fucking much."
"Show me."
I start at her feet, kissing my way up her body. Her ankles. Her calves. The inside of her thighs. She's trembling by the time I reach her pussy.
"Konstantin, please—"
"Patience." I lick through her folds slowly, tasting the mixture of my cum from earlier and her fresh arousal. "I'm taking my time with you tonight. Making sure you know exactly how much I love you."
I work her with my tongue, alternating between long, slow licks and focused attention on her clit. She's writhing, her hands fisting in my hair, trying to pull me closer or push me away—I can't tell which.
"You taste perfect," I murmur against her pussy. "Like you were made for me to worship."
I slide two fingers inside her, crooking them to hit that spot that makes her see stars. My tongue continues working her clit in steady circles.
"I'm going to—" she gasps.
"Come for me, my love. Let me taste it."
She comes with a cry, her pussy clenching around my fingers. I lick up every drop of her release, groaning at the taste.
I kiss my way back up her body. Stop to worship her breasts—small and perfect, with nipples that harden under my tongue. I suck one into my mouth, teasing it with my teeth while my hand plays with the other.
"Konstantin."
"I love your breasts," I murmur against her skin. "Can't wait to see them full of milk when you're pregnant. Can't wait to watch our baby feed from them."
She whimpers. "You're obsessed."
I move to her other breast, giving it the same attention. "With the idea of you carrying my child? Yes. With making sure everyone knows you're mine? Completely."
I finally make my way to her mouth, kissing her deeply. She can taste herself on my tongue. Her hands slide down my back, gripping my ass, trying to pull me closer.
"I need you inside me," she whispers.
"I know. I need it too." I position myself at her entrance. "Look at me. I want to see your eyes when I fill you."
She does, her eyes dark with love and lust and trust.
I push inside slowly. So slowly. Savoring every inch. The way her pussy stretches to accommodate me. The way her breath catches. The way her eyes flutter with pleasure.
"I love you," I tell her with every thrust. "I love your smile. Your kindness. Your strength. The way you fit into my life like you were always meant to be there."
"I love you too," she gasps. "I love how you see me. How you want me. How you make me feel safe even when I should be terrified."
I pick up the pace slightly, angling my hips to hit that perfect spot inside her. She moans. I can feel her touching herself, feel the added pressure as she works toward her orgasm.
