“Of course I remember the best decision I ever made.” Wrapping his arms around me, he squeezed until I almost couldn't breathe. "I love you."
And he said it first that time. Through the tears clogging my throat, I responded, "I love you too."
45
Burke
Inky darkness greeted me when I awoke. For a split second, my heart stopped, until I reached out and found the skin of Kinsley's back. Relief coursed through me, and I let out the breath I'd been holding. If I did nothing else right in my life, I would dedicate myself to being the best husband I could, because Kinsley deserved nothing less. Though I assumed I'd fuck up occasionally, I would do my damndest to ensure those moments were few and far between. Considering how many mistakes lived in my past, it was the least I could do to make up for it.
"Mo grá," I whispered into her hair.
Kinsley stirred but didn't open her eyes.
"Mo shíorghrá."
"English, Burke," she mumbled.
I couldn't help laughing. "Mo grá; my love. Mo shíorghrá; my eternal love."
Rolling to face me, she blessed me with a sleepy smile. "I could get used to that."
"I'll say it so much you'll grow sick of it."
"Never." Reaching over, she brushed hair off my temple. "What's got you up so early?"
"I had a dream." In the darkness, the horrible image came back to me; I pulled her closer in defense. "It's recurred since the showdown with Casper."
"I know something about bad dreams." Rubbing her fist over her heart, she said, "The wedding fiasco sparked nightmares where a faceless man shot you and there was nothing I could do to save you."
I almost couldn't admit to her what I saw every night, but I wouldn't break my promise so soon. "In my dream, you run away from me. Not just run, but sprint as though I'm the devil chasing after you."
Snaking her arms around me, Kinsley held on tight. "I'm not going anywhere."
With difficulty, I inhaled and sighed several times before I confessed, "I still fear you'll leave me because everything has gone wrong from the moment I laid eyes on you."
"Not everything, Burke." Kinsley straddled me, rising in her glorious nakedness to sit on my thighs. Automatically, I reached up to cup her breasts. "This is right. Together, we're right, and no one can stop us."
Her words touched me deeply, sparking my everlasting need. "I can't tell you . . . how much I need you . . . how much I love you."
Kinsley stroked my cock, bringing it to life. It took little from her to have me rock hard, and I wanted nothing more than the chance to bury myself inside her.
Flicking her nipples, I watched her inch forward and sink down on me, unable to suppress a gasp at the sensation of her warm pussy surrounding my cock.
"You're doing an excellent job of showing me," Kinsley responded, dropping her head back and bracing her hands on my thighs.
Soft curls brushed my skin as my wife let out an erotic moan. I reached for her clit, watching the way my length disappeared inside her body time and again. My balls tightened when she shuddered a breath, her arms trembling with the effort to remain upright.
"You're so hot when you ride me." The rush of feelings took me off guard, but I knew I'd never forget how profoundly I trusted her, how thoroughly I depended on her. She completed my life, and the knowledge brought me closer to her than ever.
A range of emotions played over her face as she controlled my depth. Angling her hips, she joined one hand with mine to massage her clit.
"Fuck yes, touch yourself. Oh, you're killing me, Kinsley."
With a keening sound, she matched the pace of my fingers.
"I'm gonna come so hard inside you, filling you up until it drips back out."
Her jaw slackened. "Ungh, yes!"
