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My husband likes looking at my tits when I’m sucking him off. He likes it when I lock eyes with him while taking him deeper into my mouth. He also likes it when I gently wrap my lips around his heavy balls.

“Fuck, Emma,” he growls, thrusting into my mouth like he just can’t help himself. “You may be my wife now, but I’m still fucking you like I’m paying for it.”

His fist tightens in my hair as he uses that grip on me to thrust harder and deeper inside me. When I swallow around his length, he pulls out with a curse.

He lifts me to my feet and spins me around, pushing me against a counter as he enters me roughly.

I’m wet and ready for him, but he’s so big that it feels like an invasion every time.

“If someone passed by that window, they’d think I’m taking you against your will,” he says, making me rise to my tiptoes with every rough thrust of his hips. “They’d think I brought you all the way here just to have my way with you. The older brute with the beautiful girl.”

One of his arms is banded around my breasts. His other hand covers my baby bump. For all his roughness, he’s still protective of me.

It’s one of the reasons I fell in love with him the way I did.

Underneath the cold exterior, Klaus Sinclair is an honest man with a good heart. My life was in shambles when I met him, but he helped me pick myself back up. He told me that he believed in me when nobody else did.

He showed me that loving another person is the most beautiful feeling in the world.

His broad chest is against my back now. His muscles strain against his navy button-down. He’s a powerful man taking what he needs from his girl.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he says, tugging on one of my nipples.

He must have my body on a string because I come undone for him. Euphoria floods my veins as I’m swept away by the force of my relief. My walls clamp down harder over him, enticing him to empty inside me.

“My perfect girl,” he says, bottoming out inside me as he fills me to the brim with his come. “My princess. My wife. My love.”

He showers me with adoration before he turns me around.

There’s dark hunger in his eyes as he watches his come trickle down my thighs. He says that it’s one of his favorite sights in the world.

I’m lost in the haze of bliss as I trace the scar over his face.

He told me that he got it in the war.It used to remind him of everything he lost, but it’s just a scar now.

Both of us were guilty of living in the past. We’ve been going to therapy now, and it’s helped us immensely to get past all the things that were holding us back.

He presses a soft kiss against my lips.

“Let’s go home,” he says.

We drive in silence, the world quiet around us.

By the time we pull into the driveway, snow has begun to fall—soft and slow, like the sky itself is exhaling.

Alaric’s house is made of large panes of glass, so we can see everyone inside.

Helena and my grandmother are whipping up breakfast for the kids. Alaric and Sera are seated in front of the Christmas tree, talking to each other.

Clara is there, too. She’s curled up in her own corner, knitting. She’s become a part of the family now. Alaric offered her a job at his company, and since then, the spark has slowly returned to her eyes. She’s not isolating herself anymore, and it’s nice to have her around. She’s a really sweet girl.

My friends are coming over for dinner tonight. The entire staff was given a two-week vacation, so we’ll all be cooking together. I’m in charge of dessert, of course.

“Come on, let’s go inside,” Klaus says, tugging on my hand. “You’re going to catch a cold.”

“Klaus, can you just hold me for a moment?” I ask.

Without asking why, he wraps his strong arms around me and anchors me to the warmth of his chest. We fit together so perfectly, like the two of us were designed to hold each other.

He’s my other half.

My home.

And I’m finally where I belong.

THE END.