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With wobbly legs, Hattie obeyed. I tugged her hips to the edge of the bed and unbuckled my belt. The metallic clank and the gritty rasp of my zipper was the only sound in the room.

I slid my hand down the slope of Hattie’s spine, fisting my hand into her hair. Pressing her face down into the mattress, plump ass up. My bruised knuckles contrasted with her silky smooth skin—a reminder of what I was capable of when it came to my wife.

My cock throbbed, just from looking at her. Naked. Vulnerable. All mine.

I dragged my cock up and down her slit, gathering the cream of her arousal on my tip. Coating my length with it.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, sweetheart.”

Just as Hattie took a deep breath of anticipation, I thrust in—long, deep, and slow. Making sure she felt every inch. Her fingers curled into the sheets.

“Holy shit,yes,” she exhaled.

“When I put my ring on your finger again,” I said. “You’re never taking it off. Understood?”

Before she could reply, I pulled out and drove in for a second time. Harder. Burying my cock andgrindinguntil her back arched.

“Yes,” she whimpered, voice thick with pleasure. “I understand. I’ll never take it off.”

My fingertips indented into Hattie’s hips, wiping all coherent thought from my brain. She came back to me. That was the only thing that mattered. She was here, in our bed, wrapped around my cock, where she was always meant to be.

I snapped my hips into her, again and again. Hattie stretched her arms out like a cat, tilting her head back with a whine.

“Touch your clit for me, sweetheart,” I said through gritted teeth. Fighting to hold on.

Quick as a flash, Hattie tucked her hand between her legs. I felt her fingers graze my length, pumping like a piston in and out of her. As soon as she started circling her clit, her walls seized my cock and a strangled noise of pleasure tore from her throat.

I pulled out just before her orgasm hit. Pushing Hattie onto her back, I smoothed the sweat-damp tendrils of hair away from her face, sliding my hand down her body. When I fingered her pussy to test how sensitive she was, she clamped her thighs around my wrist with a moan.

I kicked off my boots, and draped my cut on the foot of the bed. Peeling off my clothes, I climbed over Hattie and slotted my cock at her entrance again. Hattie’s gaze settled on my silver chain, wedding ring swinging freely.

“Look at me,” I murmured.

Hattie’s gaze flicked up to my face. I pressed in, deeper, deeper, until I was fully sheathed inside her. My chest against her chest. My wedding ring trapped between our bodies.

“You’re mine,” I said. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” she whispered, brushing my lips as she spoke.

Less than an hour ago, I beat a man to death for threatening my woman. My love. My wife. And now, this perfect creature was beneath me, whispering,I’m yours,like a prayer.

I guided her legs up around my waist, driving even deeper at a fresh angle that made Hattie dig her nails into my back.

“Fuck,Neil, don’t stop,don’t stop,” she babbled into my shoulder.

I locked my arms around her, thinking of nothing else except her. The scent of her skin. The clutch of her pussy. The sweet taste of her, still lingering on my tongue. It was sloppy and messy, but it was us. Together. After years without her, I never wanted to be that fucking empty again.

Hattie crested the swell of her orgasm and I toppled after her. Gripping her thighs hard enough to bruise. Sinking so deepinto her pussy, as if I could fuse our bodies together by sheer willpower.

At last, I sagged against her. Kissed her jaw, the corner of her mouth. Hattie fought to catch her breath, with a little smile of contentment gracing her lips as she hummed.

“Marry me,” I murmured.

She breathed a tired laugh.

“Haven’t you been saying all this time that we never divorced in the first place?”

“Marry me again anyway. Just because we can.”