My hand cups her cheek, thumb brushing under her eye like I’m checking she’s still real.
“You’re not going anywhere,” I say, rough and certain. “You hear me?”
Her lips part.
“I’m not,” she whispers. “I love you.”
Goddamnit.
After everything I did.
All my fuck ups.
She still loves me.
And that’s it.
That’s all I need.
The last thread of restraint snaps.
“I love you so fucking much,” I growl.
And I start to move.
Because tonight?
Tonight I’m taking back everything I lost.
Everything I gave up.
Everything that should’ve been mine all along.
Her.
My wife.
My future.
My second chance.
And I’m not wasting a single second of it.
I flex my hips. And her sweet pussy squeezes me.
I can’t speak.
I can hardly think.
Fuck, she is so hot and ready for me. I’m a big guy, but she’s so turned on there’s zero resistance to my thrusts.
Her body knows mine. It likes mine.
And I’m equally hot for her, so it’s a win-win.
I grab her hips, fingers digging into her skin as I piston my hips harder, shallower—grinding my cock into her sweet slit.
Fuck, she’s close.
