He held me there, grinding deep, making sure every drop stayed inside.
"Mine," he growled. "All mine."
"Yours," I whimpered. "All yours."
We stayed like that, connected, both of us trembling and spent. I could feel his release inside me, warm and slick, and something about it made me feel claimed. Owned. His.
And I loved it. Loved the dirtiness of it. The intimacy. The way it marked me as his from the inside out.
"How do you feel?" he asked softly, his hands stroking up and down my back.
"Full," I whispered. "Warm. Wet. Owned."
He groaned. "You're going to kill me."
"Good." I shifted slightly, feeling him still half hard inside me, feeling his cum start to leak out.
He felt it too. His hands moved to my hips, holding me still. "Don't move. Keep it all inside."
"Mmm…"
"I mean it." He thrust slightly, pushing it back in. "You're going to keep my cum inside you all night. Going to fall asleep with it still there, reminding you that you're mine."
The possessiveness should've scared me. Should've made me push back. Instead, it made me clench around him, made fresh arousal bloom despite how sensitive I was.
"Again?" he asked, feeling my response. "Already?"
"I can't help it. The way you talk, the things you say…" I buried my face in his neck. "It makes me crazy."
"Good. Because I'm nowhere near done with you tonight." He stood, still buried inside me, my legs wrapped around his waist. "Bedroom. Now. Because I'm going to make love to my wife until she can't remember her own name. Only mine."
He carried me to the bed, and the night blurred into a haze of pleasure and praise and love. He kept his word. Took me again and again, each time slower, more intense, more focused on making me feel cherished and wanted and utterly wrecked. By the time we finally collapsed, tangled together in the sheets, the sun was starting to rise. I was sore, exhausted, covered in marks, and filled with his release. And I'd never been happier.
"I love you," I whispered against his chest.
"I love you too, baby." He kissed the top of my head. "Now sleep. You're going to need your strength for tomorrow."
"Why?"
"Because I'm nowhere near done proving how much I love you."
I smiled and let my eyes close, safe and warm and completely his.
Mikhail
Three perfect, uninterrupted days of just me and Shanice in our hotel room was the perfect surprise mini honeymoon. We'd barely left the bed. Food was delivered to the door. The world existed somewhere outside those windows, but we didn't care.
I learned every inch of her body. Every sound she made. So many ways to make her come undone. And she’d been learning me as well. Learned how to touch me, how to push my buttons, how to make me lose the control I'd spent years cementing in place. In days, she’d managed to get closer to me than any other woman had. It wasn’t just the sex. It was the way she challenged me, the way she lazily laid across my body, claiming me as hers without saying a single word.
Our time together was perfect. Which meant, of course, that it couldn't last.
My phone rang at seven in the morning on day four. Olek's name flashed on the screen. Shanice was curled against mychest, still sleeping, her hair spread across my arm. I didn't want to move. Didn't want to shatter this peace. Because I knew that the moment that I did, this paradise was going to disappear in a blink of an eye.
But I answered anyway.
"Yeah."
"Come to the house. Now. We need to talk." Olek's voice was tight, urgent.
