“I love it,” I cried. “I love you. I?—”
“My legacy,” he panted. “You’re my fuckin’ legacy, Aurélie.”
The orgasm hit like divine punishment, a raw, unrestrained sob bursting from my chest as my body tore itself apart around him. My vision blurred, ears ringing, my entire soul unraveling in a freefall of devastation and matrimonial surrender.
My pussy clamped down around him, desperate and greedy, milking him with relentless pressure, the pleasure sharp enough it bordered on painful. He fucked me through it with long, deep, brutal strokes, dragging every last drop of sensation from my trembling body.
And then—like a fucking miracle—another wave surged.
I clenched hard just as Igushed, soaking his cock with a high-pitched cry. Arousal poured from me in pulsing spasms, messy and obscene, soaking the bedding, dripping down my thighs. It splashed loud between us with every thrust, and he groaned as I fluttered around him in overstimulated aftershocks.
It hit him like a drug. He growled, his grip tightening as my body kept squeezing him like I never wanted to let him go.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” he choked. “You’re fuckin’ milkin’ me, baby—fuck—can’t hold it?—”
Callum came with a hoarse, guttural cry, hips jerking, cock throbbing as he spilled inside me in violent, relentless waves. Not punishing.Consuming. Like something ripped out of him, deep and ragged, as if his soul had clung to mine and refused to let go.
His whole body tensed, then collapsed over mine, chest pressed to my back, his weight grounding me, surrounding me.
His mouth stayed open against my shoulder, panting against my skin, as his hand finally loosened the ribbon at my wrists with trembling fingers. My arms dropped limp to my sides. He kissed the back of my neck, then my shoulder blade, then the scattered freckles just below like he was trying to memorize me all over again.
And even then, fucked-out and ruined and breathless, he whispered, “My girl. My wife. My world.”
We stayed tangled in dress and ribbon and heat and sweat until the world felt real again and I remembered how to breathe.
Then I remembered we had friends waiting.
“Callum.”
“Color?” he murmured, lips still on my spine, voice hoarse and gentle.
I exhaled contentedly. “Green.”
“And scale, baby?”
“Eleven, Fraser.”
He hummed, dragging his teeth gently along my shoulder, accent softening. “Fucking hell, I wanted you higher than that.”
I giggled, dazed. “Can’t. It rhymes with heaven.”
“Oh, aye,” he muttered, curling his hand around my waist as he rocked gently into me again. I bite my lip, withholding a moan because we absolutely did not have time for more. “Because you were made in Heaven, Mrs. Fraser.”
Made in Heaven.
Just like my tattoo.
He pulled me upright, keeping my chest pinned to his, his breath still hot against my neck. My tits were out, the silk of my dress shoved up around my ribs, pinned between our bodies like a crumpled flag. One of his hands slid up to cup my breast, teasing the nipple between his fingers, while the other held mesteady as he slowly slipped out of me—his softening cock thick and wet, covered in the mess we’d made.
We stayed like that for one more breath.
Then, with the same casual authority that had beguiled me since the start, Callum stepped back and pressed a palm between my shoulder blades until I pitched forward, placing my hands on the mattress to steady myself. My body obeyed without hesitation, instinctive and open. Bent over for him again.
“Holy fuck.” He groaned behind me as his hand trailed down between my thighs, dragging through the arousal that coated my skin. “Jesus fucking Christ, look at that.” Then I felt his fingers pushing the leaking cum back up inside me with slow, filthy precision.
“Mon Dieu,” I breathed, rocking against his hand like we didn’t have somewhere to be.
“Not wastin’ a fuckin’ drop, Mrs. Fraser,” he growled, voice gone thick with that deep, primal edge. He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me upright, flush against his chest again. He rasped, “Tell me we didn’t just consummate this marriage proper, when you’re nice and full of me now. Like a good little wife.”
