“I’m yours.”
Those two fucking words. Sweat beads on my forehead as I make every effort to not come; she’s bleeding out every ounce ofcontrol I have left. Every time I bury myself deep, she groans for more. She lights my veins on fire. Fuck mercy. Fuck control. I want my wife raw and untamed.
Kelly cries out my name, and I stare in disbelief at how perfect she is.
“Louder, I want to hear it over the sound of your screams while your legs are fucking shaking for me. While you’re on the brink of shattering.” I stuff my fingers into her pussy and stroke that spot.
“Logan!” Her voice trembles, senses overwhelmed. Her legs tense, and she mewls, raking my neck with her nails.
“Yes, sweetheart?” I tease, catching my breath.
Tears stream down her face. “I can’t hold it.” Her words come out like a plea.
I add another finger, pumping them in and out; she’s going to be so sore tomorrow. I will never forget how beautiful she looks in this moment. How giving she’s being, offering me her body, trust, and total submission. I will spend every second making sure I’m worthy of this moment.
“Break for me. Come on, pretty girl. Break and fucking gush all over my cock.”
She sits up on her elbows, sobbing my name, and squirts all over my hand when she comes.Oh fuck.
“Good girl!” I draw out my praise, low and gritty. “That’s it, let it wreck you. I want every messy, broken piece.” I nod, encouraging her, her mouth open on a silent scream as she locks her eyes on mine and gives me every bit of herself.
Her body pulses, and the second she fractures, I lose it. I jerk inside her, filling her ass until I’m grinding down, forcing her to take every last drop. Every twitch, tremor, and delicious spasm of her body is mine. The fact that I brought her from sobbing to speechless makes my chest swell with pride, and I come undoneright along with her until we’re nothing but heaving chests and thrumming heartbeats.
After cleaning ourselves up, we ease back into bed. I gaze at the ceiling, smiling, with her tired body draped over mine under the sheets and one of her thighs resting on top of mine. Her warm, relaxed weight on me is grounding and fills me with a peace I didn’t even know I needed. Kelly’s ear is pressed to my chest as if she’s listening to my heartbeat, while her fingers trace the tattoos on my neck. We’re right where we belong.
“I wrecked your sheets,” she says. “Twice.”
My fingertips ghost up and down her spine. “No, you only wrecked the sheets once. This time you drenched the comforter.”
She laughs and lightly slaps my shoulder.
I hike her leg up higher, then stroke behind her knee with my thumb.
Kelly hums happily. “Yeah, I don’t think you can hang that one on the wall.”
I hum in agreement.
“Can I make you a cup of tea?” she asks.
The grin on my face widens, and I press a kiss to the top of her head. “No. I just want to hold you, take care of what’s mine.”
She does a little shiver, nuzzling into me. “I could stay forever like this. Wrapped around you and listening to your heartbeat.”
I didn’t know I could feel this much until her. A sense of calm hangs over us as we breathe together, our chests rising and falling, totally in sync as we come down from the high.
It’s as if our bodies know exactly what the other needs and how to communicate with one another. But this part, the calmafter the storm, after all the wreckage of breaking together, this might be my favorite. There’s no high like holding her, knowing she’s mine. Knowing she’s safe in my arms where she belongs.
“I’m so sleepy, but I don’t want tonight to end.”
“Before you fall asleep, I want you to drink some water and take a painkiller,” I say, reaching over to grab the glass of water and two small pills I set on the nightstand. She props up on her elbows, taking them from me and drinking from the glass until it’s empty. I set it back on the table and drag a downy-soft muslin over us. She deserves all the softness after how rough I was.
I tip her chin up, bringing her relaxed mouth to mine before she falls asleep. There’s no urgency when our lips brush, and she parts just enough to let me taste her. She sleepily sighs into me, and I kiss her again, more breath than lips. My fingers comb through her hair, untangling the strands one by one while holding her safely in my arms.
She’s not only my chaos, she’s my calm—and my obsession for her is as gentle as it is destructive.
“So now,” he says, plugging the orange extension cord into the living room wall outlet, “when you use your hair dryer, it won’t shut off half the fucking house.”
I clap my hands together. “Thank you!”
