“Much better,” I purr, pulling him down to me.
He meets me halfway, his lips dancing with mine. The kiss isn’t innocent or sweet. It’s passion and control. He leads me, cupping my jaw, forcing my mouth where he wants it. His hand moves to cradle the back of my head as he kisses me down into the mat.
“Mine,” he growls against my lips.
“Damn straight. You better not forget it,” I answer against his.
He pulls back and grins at me. It’s a look of utter joy.
“You’re everything I never knew I needed.”
I moan in agreement. He eyes take on an earnest look as he caresses my cheeks with soft strokes.
“I love you, Katerina. You know that, right?”
“I know.” I sigh. His eyes harden as he dares me to reply. “I love you too, husband.”
He lets out a guttural groan and attacks my lips. “I fucking love when you call me that.” He rips my leggings down my legs, then pauses at my bareness under them.
“Where are your panties?” His accusing tone makes me giggle.
“I don’t wear them under my leggings. Panty lines.” Smirking, I wiggle my bare pussy catching his heated gaze.
“Don’t walk around my men bare,” he demands.
“As if I’m taking orders from you,Dom.” I scoff at him.
“What did you just say?”
“You heard me.”
“Naughty wife. Maybe you need a reminder of who your husband,Dominic, is.” He playfully slaps my thigh. I open them wider and shimmy his pants down his legs. Gripping his member, I guide him to my entrance.
“Someone’s impatient,” he teases.
“I need myhusband,” Igoad him. “Right now.”
He pushes inside me in one thrust then keeps rutting into me. I meet his hips just as aggressively. He may be owning my body, but I own his just as much.
The mat crinkles against my back, but it only adds to the sensation. The sound of our bodies meeting echoes through the gym. He wiggles a hand under my bra and tweaks my nipples. I reach up, demanding a kiss.
There’s no teasing, no playfulness. We’re staking our claims on each other. Burning ourselves into one another.
When we come, we come together. Our sweaty bodies glide against each other in a reverent way. Our moans combine into a melody of pleasure.
And as we come down, we hold each other. With one arm propping himself up, he stares at me adoringly.
“I love you, Katerina. No one compares to you, my fiery, brave, beautiful wife.” He gently moves a piece of my hair off of my face.
“Even if I stab you sometimes?” I smirk.
“Even then, because I probably deserve it,” he chuckles.
We laugh, and the movement causes me to clench around him. He hardens, still sheathed inside of me, and then we’re fucking.
My future looks bright in the arms of Dominic Montclair. My husband saved me from my cage and gave me a life I never could have imagined.
Epilogue I
