“Victoria,” he says, and I swear, the way he says my name heals something in me. It sounds so tender, so raw, as if he’s tired of denying me. Tired of the sadness he carries with him. I recognize it— and I’m tired too. “Come to me.”
Hesitantly, I turn on my other side, facing him. His eyes are bright under the moonlight and I bore mine into his, not knowing what I want to do next other than knowing I want him. All of him, forever. My life before him seems far away, unfamiliar.
“Wolf…”
He shakes his head. “No, love. I don’t deserve a single apology from those pretty lips. It was me. It was always me who had to say I’m sorry.”
“That’s not true. I…”
“You did nothing wrong. All you did was try to help your family. And you wouldn’t even have had to do that if it weren't for me. If I hadn’t kept things from you. If I hadn’t… fucking deluded myself into thinking I didn’t love you.”
“What?”
“You…” he breathes out, his control seeping from him like smoke in the air. “You have made a fucking mess of me the moment I brought you into this house. I don’t know who I am anymorewhen I’m not with you, and I don’t even want to remember it. All I want… is you.” His jaw clenches, and I suck in a breath because the aggression with which he says it says more than the words themselves. He means it. “All I crave… is you. And it runs so deep, this craving, that I don’t know how to tame it.”
I listen, heart lodged in my throat.
“It’s true, Victoria,” he says, dragging a hand through his hair, his voice hoarse. “I don’t mean to scare you, but I would drown this fucking world in blood for you. And not even you could stop me.”
My mouth parts, my very soul trembling on my lips, about to give itself over to him. I move to a sitting position, facing him. He’s breaking right here, in front of me, peeling layers of himself he’s never let anybody else see. Anybody but me.
“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry for shutting you out. It was never about you.I’mfucked up…” He looks up. “I couldn’t see anything past the hurt, past the rage I felt when you went to her behind my back.” He swallows. “But even then… I never stopped loving you. How could I?”
My first tear falls, sliding down my cheek.
“You love me,” I say, voice breaking. A statement, not a question.
I never realized just how much I needed to hear it. To confirm it. Because deep down, I knew. I just never let myself believe it. Didn’t want to give it the power to crush me.
“Are you going to make me pay for my mistake?” I ask. “Because you should. You should…”
His gaze is raw, vulnerable. Such a strange sight on such a big, powerful man. On what was meant to be a monster, a cold-blooded criminal. He keeps silent, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
He leans in, reaching for me, and when our skin touches, his face twists with something I can’t name—relief, desperation, love, maybe everything at once.
His arms wrap around me, behind my knees, behind my back. And in the next second, he’s pulling me into him like he can’t bear the thought of being apart any longer.
WOLFGANG
My restraint is so brittle I barely make it to the door across the hallway.
I kick it open until it hits the wall, then let my wife’s body bounce on the mattress before me. I pull my t-shirt above my head and get rid of it. When I have her in my sight again, she’s there, legs spread, hair splayed over the sheets, watching me. Her chest expands and retracts, her pouty lips parted, waiting for me.
I’ve never in my life seen something so beautiful.
I close the distance between us, unbuckling my belt on the way, slipping out of my pants. Leaning above her, I push her leg up with my knee, opening her up more. She mewls, brushing her hand down my naked chest until it reaches between us, fumbling for my cock beneath my boxer briefs.
I’ve rarely been naked around her. I used to just pull out my cock and fuck her bare. But that won’t do right now. I need to feel her everywhere, want her pressed so tight against my skin neither of us breathes properly.
I pull her nightgown up above her head, and she helps me by removing it fully. Her breasts are round, plump, ending with pointy nipples that graze against my chest when I lower on top of her. I groan into her neck, inhaling her scent, feeling her soft body under mine.
“My pretty girl,” I whisper against her neck before pulling her skin between my teeth. Her flesh sinks under the pressure, delicate. Raw. She arches, whimpering, and I lick the same spot for comfort. She stretches her neck, showing me more skin, giving me more of her. Sweet, submissive, and even when I have her, I want her more.
I bring my mouth down, the sweet scent of her pussy drawing my tongue there. She’s pink, open. I can’t wait to stuff her with my cum. To see it swollen and white as she pulses through her orgasm. For now, I swipe my tongue over her entrance, groaning as I push it inside. She’s already wet, and when I pull out, I can feel her arousal dripping onto my chin.
My tongue darts out, catching it so I can swallow it. She whimpers, arching her pussy upward. And I give her everything she needs. Simultaneously, I slip out of the boxer briefs, taking my hard cock in my hand. After stroking it a few times, I straighten up and guide it to her entrance. The moment it touches those soft, sensitive walls, I close my eyes, lowering my head into the crook of her neck.
“I love you.” I push in all the way, and we breathe out in tandem.
