Florrie is collapsed on my chest, trembling, her body still pulsing around my cock with little aftershocks. The sheets beneath us are soaked, her release and mine mixed together in a way that's primal and possessive and absolutely perfect.
I did this to her. Made her come so hard she squirted. Made her lose control so completely that she's still shaking against me.
Mine.
The word pounds through my brain with every beat of my heart. She's mine now in every way that matters. Marked by my mouth, filled with my cum, claimed in a way that goes deeper than any forged marriage certificate.
Her skin is damp with sweat, her hair sticking to her face. She's still breathing hard, making these small, overwhelmed sounds against my chest.
"Shh," I murmur, pressing kisses to her hair. "I've got you. You're okay."
"That was..." She can't seem to finish the sentence. Just makes another breathless sound.
"I know." My chest swells with satisfaction. With possession. "You were perfect. So fucking perfect."
She lifts her head enough to look at me, her eyes dazed and glassy, cheeks flushed. "I've never... that's never happened before."
Pride has my cock twitching in her channel. “Good.” The word comes out rougher than I intend. “And it will only ever happen with me.”
She blinks, letting the words sink in. “Only you,” she agrees.
Something flickers in her expression. This woman who stumbled into my life less than twenty-four hours ago, has every reason to hate me and every right to run screaming, is lying in my arms and promising meonly you.
I roll us carefully, keeping myself inside her as I settle her onto her back. She winces slightly at the movement.
"Sore?" I ask.
"A little." Her cheeks flush. "But in a good way."
I kiss her, tasting the truth of that on her tongue. When I finally pull out, she makes a small sound of loss that makes my heart trip.
"Stay here," I tell her, kissing her forehead before sliding out of bed.
I grab a warm washcloth from the bathroom and come back to find her watching me with heavy-lidded eyes. She doesn't protest when I clean her gently, though she does squirm when the cloth brushes over her sensitive clit.
"Sorry," I murmur, even though I'm not. I like seeing the evidence of what we did. Like knowing I marked her, filled her, made her mine.
"Liar." But there's no heat in it. Just exhausted amusement.
I toss the cloth aside and pull her back into my arms, tucking her against my chest. She goes willingly, her body molding to mine like it was designed to fit there.
"Rest up. We have a few hours before we need to get ready for dinner."
"Dinner." She makes a pained face. "What if they don’t like me."
I run my hand through her hair. "They're going to be a little wary of you. Suspicious. But they won't hate you."
"How can you be sure?"
"Because you're mine." I tilt her chin up so she has to meet my eyes. "And anyone who has a problem with that has a problem with me."
She searches my face for a long moment, then nods. "Okay."
"Okay." I kiss her once more, then settle back.
I should get up. Should make calls, check in with Slav about Valentin, start preparing for tonight. But I can't bring myself to move. Can't bring myself to let her go.
This woman changed everything.
