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“You’re fucking gorgeous.”
Her gaze travels up my body, leaving a burn in their wake. “So are you.”
“You ready for me?”
A small smile creeps on her lips. “I’m enjoying the show.” Her finger glides down my arm, across my abs, and down to where we’re connected. “I’m insanely impressed with your control and stamina.”
My cock thickens, and when she scales her fingertip between us, a haze fills my vision.
I grip her hips, holding her down, and hammer into her over and over.
Her pussy squeezes my dick like a vice, clenching with each stroke.
All control is lost, willpower gone.
This woman… my wife… taking me harder than I’ve ever fucked her before.
She thrashes, her pelvis angling, her chest lifting, and her neck stretching.
Mine, mine, mine… the inner beast in me roars, my dick swelling then exploding in a rush. My mouth drops to her throat, my teeth nipping as I pour into her, listening to my name from her lips until she’s hoarse.
Her body quakes, her pulse racing as she struggles to catch her breath.
I’m careful not to crush her, rolling us to our sides.
“I should probably?—”
“You’re not moving.”
“But I’m leak?—”
“Don’t fucking care.”
She kisses the underside of my jaw, nuzzling into my hold. After a few minutes, her breathing evens out and I arrange the comforter around her, never losing contact.
For hours, I watch her sleep.
Reels of my life weave through my mind.
The nineteen-year-old, stepping on that bus headed to boot camp.
Twelve years later, leading me to a blue bar in Tennessee and finding this woman.
The trainings, deployments, missions, the close calls, and men lost. I sometimes questioned my purpose.
Now I know the answer, and she’s worth every fucking bit of it.
EPILOGUE
WILLOW
8 weekslater
The baby kicks hard,and I try to hide my flinch, only to have Mark at my side.
“Willow?”
“I need to use the restroom.”