He strained against her, his hips pumping hard and fast while the rest of his body remained solidly glued to hers. His hands left her hips and slid up her spine, soothing her in the aftermath of her explosive orgasm. And then he lowered his body, his cock pulsing deeply in her vagina.
He blanketed her with his warmth and strength. She could feel his heartbeat, fast and furious, against the small of her back. And then his cheek lowered, lying against her skin. Trapped between him and the mattress, her own heart raced.
Turning his face, brushing against her hypersensitive flesh, he pressed his lips to her spine.
“You’re my girl, Chessy. Never doubt that,” he whispered, the words wrapping around her heart, squeezing with love and renewed hope.
They were back!
“Give me the words, baby.”
“I’m your girl,” she said dutifully.
“And who does my girl love?”
“You,” she said. “Only you.”
“Who owns you?” he growled.
He pushed further into her, his cock still turgid inside her even after his release. Her body shuddered, chill bumps prickling across her skin.
“You do,” she whispered.
“Who loves you?” he asked in a softer voice.
Her heart surged to overflowing. Tears pricked her eyelids and she closed her eyes briefly to hold them at bay.
“You do.”
“Who knows you’re his world? The one who’s gifted with your submission?”
“You, Tate. Only you.”
He kissed her skin again, a soft benediction as his words whispered over her flesh.
“I love you, Chessy. Only you. Remember you’re my girl.”
“I love you too, Tate.”
She had to stop because tears were running freely down her face, wetting the mattress her cheek rested on.
“Chess?”
The concern in his voice made her scrub her tear-stained face into the mattress. She didn’t want to fall apart now of all times.
He withdrew carefully, mindful not to hurt her. Then he immediately untied her hands, tossing aside the rope.
“Chessy?” he asked again as he climbed onto the bed beside her. “Talk to me, baby. What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
He pulled her into his arms, positioning her on her side, and used his arm to pillow her head. Then he slid his hand over her damp cheek, wiping away the tears. He leaned over, kissing away every bit of moisture from her face before cupping her jaw and tilting her chin upward so she met his gaze.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
The concern in his eyes was nearly her undoing and damn it but the tears started all over again. She gave a quiet hiccup, the strain of trying to keep her emotions at bay making her chest ache.
It was as if a dam had suddenly burst and tears ran like a river as she stared back at her husband. They were back. It was as if the last two years had been erased and all that mattered was here and now. Her in his arms. Him taking back control.
“Chessy, you’re starting to scare me. What the hell is going on? Talk to me.”
