I caress the skin on her abdomen in slow, lazy circles, eyes still closed. I don’t want to get out of this bed. Everything I need is here now, and the thought of doing anything else than this is obscene. Everyone else can go fuck themselves—today, tomorrow, and for the rest of our lives.
All I want is to fuck my wife into oblivion. Watch her radiate when she’s out, riding her horse. Watch her belly swell with life. Watch her be my wife and do whatever it is that makes her feelalive. Because that’s exactly what she’s doing to me just by being by my side.
She shifts in my arms, and I loosen my hold on her. When I open my eyes, I see hers—big, clear, and blue like the morning sky—staring up at me with what I can only describe as contentment. Love. She’s not incredulous, like I thought she’d be, given everything I did to her.
My wife knows I love her now. She believes it.
And it makes me the happiest fucking man in the world.
“Good morning, love,” I say, leaning down to kiss her pretty mouth.
She smiles, and her whole face lights up. So beautiful.
“You’re still here.”
“I’ll always be. I hope I made myself clear last night.”
“I don’t know… I feel like maybe I need to hear it a few more times. You know, for good measure.”
“For good measure…”
In a swift movement, I flip her on her back. She yelps, laughing, and I plant myself above her, between her naked legs.
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” she says, squirming under me.
“Not convinced.” I press a kiss to her neck, pushing her leg up with my knee. I’m already hard for her. All I’d have to do is lean in a little more and—
“You love me. I’m your whole world,” her sweet voice rings in my ears. “Without me, you’d perish… your life would cease to exist. Am I convincing now?”
She says it jokingly, but she isn’t wrong. I’ve never cared much about my life. Being born into a family like this teaches you money trumps it. Money and power trump everything. So if I ever died in the pursuit of it, I wasn’t going to complain about it.
Now… that’s different. My life means something because she’s in it. And I don’t want to die or end up in a world where she’s not. So she’s right—my life would cease to exist without her. There would be no point for me anymore.
I slide my cock inside her, wrapping my hand around her neck.
“You don’t know the half of it, love. But that’s alright. What am I here for, if not to show you?”
I fuck her slow and deep, giving back her oxygen in increments. I need her to remember every time I’m inside her. Need her to know I meant every word I said to her last night.
When she comes, she does it peacefully, whimpering in my ear as she squeezes my cock with her pussy. I love it—love it when she takes me hard, love it when she mewls and submits instinctively. Love it when she fights me, when she leaves me laughing in a room after she just stabbed me.
Memories of the past few months fly through my head, and when I come, I come with her in front of my eyes, in my mind, wrapped around my cock. She’s everywhere I need her to be. And she’s here willingly.
“Wolf…” she says, breathless and warm beneath me.
“Hmm?” I kiss her jaw, still inside her.
“I love you too, you know. I never said it, but I…”
“I know, love. You didn’t have to. Not after what you did for me, which is more than anyone ever has, and more than I could’ve asked of you. Come here.”
I slide out of her and pull her into my arms, on top of me. Her breasts are pressed to my chest, and the addictive smell of her skin envelops me.
“What happens now?” she murmurs.
I’ve thought about it. “I want to be done with this shit with my father—get him to step down, then move us out of here. And then… I want us to go on our honeymoon. Enjoy it like normal people.”
She shifts her head up, showing me her eyes. “Normal people?”
