It almost felt as if his heart was inside of my chest, and mine was in his. This. This was how we had found each other in a world that seemed never ending.
There was no proof of this. No theories tested and no articles written. However, I believed that not all mysterious are known, and those that are do not always have to be solved. Some miracles, mysteries in life just…are. To question the inner workings of it seems to challenge a much greater force than us.
I did not need to know the specifics of it.
Only that it existed.
If anyone needed proof, all they had to do was stand in the same room as me and my husband.
In that moment, I was consumed by it.
Consumed by the thought that this man had been created for me, and when he was inside of me, we were both home in each other’s arms. We were reaching out for what had been lost, given, before we were even aware of each other’s existence. The love I felt spilled over from my lips and into his ear as he pushed deep inside of me.
He was not hurting me.
He had complete control over himself, although he trembled with the instinct to become feral.
He knew the risks. Just how deep he could go. The damage that could be done to our love—his child developing in my womb. Yet…he was going deeper than I ever felt him go before, even if he was in complete control of the easy but intense rhythm.
The pace almost felt…punishing.
The slowness of it.
The deepness.
My body demanded to bow to his, but he would slip out just before I did, bringing me back down to where we had begun. Starving for…more. Manic to reach the highest pinnacle with him.
My arms tightened around his neck, and I made a low mewling sound that seemed to echo when he slid out, his engorged cock touching every overly sensitive nerve inside of me.
“Tell me, did you miss my cock, my wife.”
“Mmmm…”
“It’s all yours,” he murmured in my ear, his breath warm and fanning over the delicate skin there. “All fucking yours.Look. Fucking look at what you do to me.”
He forced my eyes down, where his glistening cock was wedged between my thighs, the tip inside of me. I bucked my hips against him, demanding more, and he called me greedy before he slipped inside a little more.
His eyes closed.
His neck arched back. His Adam’s apple pronounced.
His jet-black hair glistened as onyx would, tiny droplets of crystal mist clinging to him.
“I’ve never been so fucking hard,” he said, his voice rough. “I’ve only felt the heat of my wife against my bare cock. Onlymywife.Mine.”
“Mariano,” I said, my voice hoarse.
“Mariano,” he repeated. “Nah. I only answer to the name you gave me.”
“My husband.”
“Tell me,mywife, what do you need from your husband.”
“All of you!” I tried again to get all of him inside of me.
He was holding back.
“Now,” I rasped, biting at his lip. “Now, or I might…mmm…”
