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Wedding Night

I thought that, after so much time together, the thrill of making love to Christos would subside, but I feel overwhelmed like the first time.

I like everything about him, especially the way he looks at me. His gaze is deep and full of unspoken words, but it radiates so much love and desire that it makes me dizzy.

I’m just a few steps away. I feel beautiful, regardless of having gained several pounds.

“Do you have any idea how crazy it drives me to see you exposing yourself to me with that round belly holding our babies?

I shake my head no, but it’s a lie. One corner of my mouth turns up, and he knows I’m teasing him.

We undress for each other, but while my husband is naked, gorgeous, and has an inviting hard-on promising a delicious night, I keep my panties on.

I run my fingers over my sensitive nipples, and I hear a husky sound coming from his throat. “Are you going to let me play with your body?” I ask .

“I’m yours, woman.”

I walk close.

“Take off your panties.” But as soon as he says it, he kneels in front of me. “No, I’ll do it.”

He pulls down the garment slowly, and feeling his fingers on my hot skin makes me shiver in pleasure.

I’m naked now, but he doesn’t spread my legs, just my lower lips. He sucks my most sensitive spot, and I have to lean back to keep myself from falling.

“You told me you were mine,” I moan, desperate. My plan to seduce him is going downhill.

“Yeah, I am, but I never promised to sit still.” He drapes one of my thighs over his shoulder and tastes me with his mouth open, devouring me hungrily.

Before long, trembling, I melt into his lips.

He carries me to the bed and gets in with me.

“You play dirty, Lykaios.”

“I can’t resist, . You’re delicious,” he says, running his tongue over his lower lip.

He’s lying on his back, and I’m straddling his thighs, but our sexes aren’t touching yet.

I close my eyes, the force of my love for him making tears well up.

“Look at me,” he commands as he holds my hips, fitting us together.

He invades me slowly, as if tasting, and I moan loudly.

When he has me completely, he doesn’t move; he just feels me, open to him—soul, body, and heart.

One hand caresses my rigid nipple while the other rests on my belly.

“Ride me,” he commands.

He holds me by my butt cheeks, lifting me up. I release my body, taking him slowly.

The adjustment between us is difficult. My tight sex is stretched to accommodate every inch of him, making us moan as it travels inch by inch inside my walls.

“I love you,” he repeats each time I descend onto his thick hardness.

My hands rest on his shoulders. I’m crazy with pleasure, but I’m also flooded with a love so intense it robs me of the ability to speak.

Perhaps sensing this, he takes control, taking us on a ride that is also an unbreakable connection. He takes a deep hold on me; all I can think about is how perfectly we are together.

“More,” I beg.

He touches my clit and sits up on the bed, sucking on my nipples, his strokes speeding up wildly.

“You’re so hot,” he says, and when he shifts his hips, getting the perfect angle, I scream out his name and come.

I grind on him, determined to drag him along with me, and I feel victorious when I see his tense face as a warning that his own release is close.

“I’m going to come.”

“Give me everything. Fill me up.”

“ . . .” he howls.

Our bodies create their own cadence, ceaselessly seeking each other in constant strokes for several minutes.

He thickens inside my body, and when the first spurts of his orgasm fill me, I feel complete.

He lies down, pulling me off himself and positioning me on my back. Minutes pass, and I can still feel the beating of his heart—our hearts—racing.

“How is it possible that it always get better?” I ask.

“Because it’s not just physical, my , or our perfect fit in search of pleasure, but a meeting of skin, smells, mouths, tongues, and most of all, our souls.”

“Who is she in Odin’s life?”

We’re on our way to New York. Christos has a meeting there. I want to shop for the babies and get a haircut with a Brazilian hairdresser whom Bia recommended. I’m sick of my current style.

When he found out we were coming, Odin invited us to have dinner at his house. According to Christos, a woman will be there: Elina Argyros.

“If I could guess, I’d say she’s his girlfriend. What other name can you give a couple living together?”

“Roommates?”

He smiles. “Odin with a roommate? My cousin is the most independent human being who ever lived.”

“So were you, Mr. Lykaios, and yet here we are.”

He looks serious for a moment, then unbuckles my seat belt, and leads me by the hand into the bedroom of his— our— plane.

He lies down on the bed and pulls me to his side. “Because I was missing you in my life, . Even before I met you, I knew I still hadn’t found the right person.”

“How could you know?”

“Souls recognize their other half, even if brains don’t.”

“Even when we fight?”

“Sharing life with someone is not simple, but everything in life is worth it—even your mess.”

“I’m not messy. You are a neat freak.”

“I don’t deny it, but I don’t mind picking up your panties scattered across the closet floor. They smell delicious.”

I laugh so hard I lose my breath. “I don’t even have words to express how perverted that sounded, husband.”

“I thought that point was already established. I’m a pervert, but only when it comes to you, woman.”

“Well said, Christos. I’ve been more jealous than usual. Preserve your life.”

“I’m crazy about you, Lykaios. How can you feel insecure?”

“Because sometimes I still don’t believe it.”

“Believe what?”

“That we turned a fairy tale into real life.”