Her breath hitches, her lips parting in a sob. “I’m yours, Maverick. Always.”
The words slam through me. I grip her thigh, pushing ithigher, and thrust again, deeper, until she cries out. My forehead presses to hers, sweat sliding down my temple, my voice breaking with how much I need her.
“I love you,” I rasp, my mouth ghosting over hers. “Love you so much it fucking hurts, and I’m not stopping until you feel every goddamn ounce of it.”
Her body tightens around me, her nails clawing at my back, her moans rising until she’s shaking beneath me. I press my thumb to her clit, fucking her slow, steady, coaxing her higher.
“That’s it, dollface,” I groan, my voice filthy and raw. “Soak my cock. Fall apart for me, baby.”
And when she breaks—gripping tightly, crying out my name as she shatters in my arms—I can’t hold back. I spill deep inside her, groaning her name against her mouth, kissing her as if it’s the last breath I’ll ever take.
I stay there, buried in her, whispering against her lips as I rock her through the aftershocks. “My wife. My forever. My everything.”
amelia
. . .
When I wake, the first thing I register is heat.
Maverick.
He’s sprawled half on top of me, his face buried in the curve of my neck, one arm flung across my stomach as if he’s guarding me even in his sleep. His hair is a mess, his mouth open, soft snores puffing against my collarbone.
I’m about to close my eyes again when movement catches at the edge of my vision.
I blink. Then blink again.
“Oh my god,” I whisper, trying not to laugh.
Rex, my grumpy, naked little gremlin of a cat, is perched proudly on Maverick’s broad back. His tail flicks lazily, and he’s actually purring.Purring.
I slap my hand over my mouth, muffling the laugh bubbling up, then shake Maverick’s shoulder. “Baby. Wake up. You have to see this.”
He groans, voice muffled against the pillow. “If you’re trying to seduce me awake, dollface, it’s working.”
“No, idiot, look!” I whisper-shout, jabbing my finger toward his back.
He cracks one eye open, confused. “What?”
“Don’t move, Oh my god, look.” I grin, eyes wide, pointing again.
He shifts slightly, glancing over his shoulder, and then freezes.
The second his brain processes the wrinkly, alien-looking creature perched on him, his entire body tenses. He lets out a muffled scream into the pillow. “What the fuck—Amelia!”
I collapse into laughter, clutching his arm before he can fling Rex across the room. “No, no, don’t move—he’s purring!”
Maverick stiffens. “He’s what?”
“Purring,” I say between giggles, reaching out to stroke Rex’s bony back.
Maverick cranes his neck, his expression horrified. “That thing makes noise?”
I snort, burying my face in his shoulder. “Yes, he makes noise. It means he likes you.”
“Or he’s plotting my death,” Maverick mutters, voice muffled against the pillow. “I swear to God, Amelia, if this thing claws me, I’m drafting a will.”
Rex flicks his tail against the back of Maverick’s head, still rumbling away, and I laugh so hard my stomach hurts.
