She scrambles off my lap. I don’t wait to see if she listens as I head into the washroom. I strip off my clothes and turn onthe shower, grateful for whichever waterwielder is keeping the irrigation running smoothly.
She’s going to wait for me on that bed.
And she’s going to fuckingache.
I stand under the spray for as long as I can stand, body thrumming with anticipation for the woman waiting for me just beyond the thin wall.
When I can’t stand the distance anymore, I shut off the water, quickly towel myself off, and return to the bedroom.
My heart forgets how to function.
Mayah lies splayed out for me on the bed, completely bare, pale skin glowing in the soft moonlight filtering through the window. Her cheeks flush beneath my gaze as I etch this breathtaking sight into my memory. Her breath escapes in sharp pants, chest heaving, skin pebbling, toes curling into the mattress.
A slow smirk curves my lips, and her energy signature goes wild.
Soft skin beneath my palms, softer lips pressed to mine. Frost and winter rose assaulting my senses, driving me mad with the need to take. Toclaimher as mine.
Deep shuddering breaths clear the hazy fog enveloping my senses.
It’s her first time.
I force myself to slow down. Soft kisses feathered over her face and down her neck as her nails dig into my back. “I love you sofucking much,” I whisper into my wife’s ear, drawing her arms over her head, lacing my fingers with hers.
A sharp gasp. A sweet kiss through the initial pain.
“I’m so sorry, baby.” Another press of my lips to hers. “For everything. I love you. I love you so much. I’m sorry. Never again, my love. I swear it. I’ll be whatever you need. Everything you need. I love you, I love you,I love you.”
My wife is beyond words, though. She’s a mess of soft whimpers and gasping moans.
“That’s it, baby.” I nip her earlobe, then swallow her keening cry as she unravels beneath me.
A soft, contented sigh slips from between her lips, a thin sheen of sweat gleaming on her chest as she catches her breath, her face a picture of pure, satisfied bliss. “That was … that was perfect.”
It’s adorable that she thinks I’m done with her.
She squeals when I roll her onto her stomach, my grip tight on her hips as I drag her toward me. My hand twists in her hair, tugging her head back.
“You’re mine,” I growl into her ear. “Only mine, all fucking mine.”
I kiss her everywhere I can reach—down her spine, across her shoulders, sucking purpling bruises along her neck.
“Say my name,” I rumble against her back. “Say my fucking name.”
My wife is, again, beyond words. That’s all right. I’ll take her pleasured moans and sharp gasps. My hand finds her throat, pulling her flush against me until she finds her release again, taking me with her this time.
I groan into the damp skin of her neck, bracing my weight on my forearms and caging her beneath me.
“Zev,” she breathes. “Fuck, Zev, I’m—”
“Ready for more.”
“No, I—”
“That wasn’t a question.”
Her surprised squeal when I flip her back around sets my blood alight, her eyes wide as I settle between her thighs.
Once, twice. A third time with a piercing cry, thighs clamped tight around my head.
