“You are. Dominic Montclair is my husband,” she cries out, then continues to meet my thrusts.
Then, she takes me by surprise. She flips us over, so she’s on top of me. I stare at my wife in awe. There’s no one sexier than her.
“Remember who your wife is.” Her eyes bare into mine in challenge. She lifts her hips then pushes down on my cock. And fuck if it isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed. “I am your wife. No other women get you.”
She freezes, not moving an inch.
“The only woman for me is Katerina Montclair,” I promise her.
She grins then fucks me again. Hard and fast. And I realize she’s claiming me. She wants me just as much as I want her. It’s fucking perfect.
I run my fingers through her hair at the base of her skull, then tug her head back. My lips find her breasts now on display, and I attack them. She’s moaning and groaning, withering against me. I have to use my other hand to guide her hips back up and down and meet her thrusts.
“Dom,” she moans.
I freeze and pull back. She whimpers, but I ignore it. I hold her against me when she tries to grind down.
“It’s Dominic to you. Always Dominic.” I growl at her. Everyone else calls me Dom. Except her. My wife calls me Dominic, and that’s the only thing she’s allowed to call me.
“Dominic,” she corrects herself.
I nod then continue my assault. She’s writhing, close to the edge. I’m right there with her. I adjust my grip on her hips enough, so my thumb reaches her bundle of nerves. I press down hard, and that’s all it takes.
She lets out an earth-shattering scream, and I follow right behind her.
I’m seeing stars.
I’m having an out of body experience.
This woman is unreal with the way she feels. The way she milks every ounce out of me.
When we come down from our high, I pull her into my chest and lay us down. She rests on me with my cock still inside her. I rub her back lightly, and soon enough, she’s snoring softly.
Her little snores are adorable. I don’t think she even knows about them, but sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and listen to her until I fall back asleep.
When I know she’s passed out, I pull out and roll her off of me. She curls in a ball, and I sneak out of bed to the bathroom. When I get in there, I look down and chuckle.
The red tinge on my cock exposes her lies. My wife never had a string of men before me. She was a virgin. And the infuriating woman lied to me to rile me up. And it worked every single time. At least now I know it won’t hurt her again.
I clean myself, then bring in a rag and clean her. I hop into bed and pull her into me. I’ve wanted to sleep with her in my arms for so long, and now I will every night.
Tonight changes everything. Now she believes she’s my wife. And that this marriage is real. No one will ever question it again. Especially not her.
Chapter 39
Katerina
I wake up wrapped in a warm blanket. I cuddle deeper, until it rises and a snore sounds in the air. A snore I recognize. I open my eyes to see my husband curled around me. Then I feel it. I feel his bare cock resting against my ass. Naked. We’re both still naked from last night.
Last night was a whirlwind. I’m terrified he regrets it. Or that he doesn’t mean what he said. Because I meant it. Every moment was what I’ve been craving. I didn’t even realize I needed him, but I did. I needed my husband to be real with me and to claim me as his wife.
“Good morning, tiger,” the sexy man behind me coos.
I slowly wiggle my way out of his grip. He doesn’t seem eager to let me go but eventually relents. I keep myself covered by the sheets as I untangle myself. I don’t know how to act after last night. I don’t want things to change, but what if he has new expectations now.
“Is this morning the gym or a run?” he asks casually. I turn to see him crawling out of bed, his full body on display. Hedoesn’t seem shy at all. But besides the nudity, he’s acting normal.
“Today’s the gym, then artillery.” I avert my eyes, wanting to give him privacy, but as soon as I get out of bed, his eyes are glued to me. So, I stop being shy. I prance past him into the bathroom.
