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Sometimes she likes her nipples twisted and pulled until the pain morphs into pleasure, but that's not what will happen tonight.

No, while she is unconscious and helpless before me, I will pleasure her. I will pleasure myself with her. when she wakes, she'll feel the results of a night of loving. Because I do love her with everything in my black heart.

The first climax I give her in her sleep is perfection.

That word again. But what other one can I use when it comes to my perfect wife?

My fingers are inside her and I feel not only the contractions of her swollen vaginal walls, but the gush of cum that soaks my hand.

The second one takes longer, because I'm careful not to take her over, waiting to see if she'll wake. She moves restlessly, canting her hips, her brow puckered in a frown. But her eyes remain closed, her face slack with sleep.

I'm suckling on her clit in start and stop rhythm that drives my wife wild when she's awake when she cries out my name in the same pleading tone. I lift my head, but she's still asleep.

Dreaming.

About me.

Unable to hold back any longer, I surge up over her body and plunge inside the sopping channel that grips me like a fist. I ride her hard, shaking her baps, telling her how much I love her, how perfect she is for me.

And her eyes open. Not all the way, just a slit, but she's there, not quite coherent, but aware.

"Come for me," I order her as my own cum bursts out of me into the heated depths of my wife.

Her cry is hoarse as she comes, calling my name.

"Thass so good," she slurs. “Love you, Michael.”

“I love you with every beat of my once dead heart, Kara.” I lean down and kiss her softly, gentling her until she's asleep again before I continue to fuck her with my still erect cock.

Her body is flushed with arousal and her pussy is clenching tight around my hardon when she wakes again.

She's more alert this time, her hazel eyes dark with love and need. "Sssooo mush." She's still slurring, in a state of semiconsciousness.

Not too much. So much.

I give her more, claiming her in every way I do when she's awake, except one. Anal sex is something we both love, but it is not an activity we will ever indulge in when she cannot tell me if I'm fucking her too hard.

I'm exhausted and more replete than I have ever been, the urges for violence and cold calculations completely silent inside me, when I carry her into the bathroom and bathe my wife.

She wakes for short periods, but then slides back into slumber as I do what I need to so she won't be too sore to walk tomorrow. After I dry her and treat her intimate flesh with a cream that will help with the swelling and soreness inside her, I sit her on the toilet and wake her up enough to pee.

Then I carry my beloved wife to our bed and wrap my body around hers before letting myself fall asleep.

At peace in a way I didn't know my sociopathic soul could be.

Epilogue: Labor Day Picnic 2.0

KARA

Six years ago, I sat on this lawn watching Fitz and Enoch race toward the terrace for cookies, my marriage fractured by fears I was too ashamed to name.

Today, Fitz is in the bay with Sadie, both of them laughing as they try to shove the other beneath the water. Sadie gets her hands on his shoulders and pushes. He twists before she can use her weight against him, catches her around the waist and dunks her instead.

She comes up sputtering and slaps both palms against the water, sending a sheet of it into his face.

Fitz laughs and dives before she can grab him again.

Their friendship is still innocent. A boy and girl who have known each other since grade school, who trust each other in the uncomplicated way children do.