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And the need just gets worse and worse as he slowly kisses his way down my body. A part of me had expected him to be, well, beastly. But instead he's impossibly tender and agonizingly reverent with the way he claims every part of me. Tortuously methodical even, with how he waits for me to whimper before giving me what I want—-
And that's for him to brand me as he sucks on the side of my neck—-
Knead and squeeze my flesh when I start to ache—-
And oh, when he finally parts my legs and his powerfully muscular body settles between them—-
I can't help but cry at the way he stares down at me.
Oh, how he stares at me.
I've never felt so precious and cherished.
Never felt so wanted and needed.
And what makes it all the sweeter is how I feel exactly the same.
Because I want and need him like I've never needed someone before.
Because he's my precious husband, and though the world sees him as a beast, all I see is someone I want to protect just as much.
My lips slowly part.
I want, need to say the truth.
But before the words can slip out, it's my husband who moves first, his length entering me in one forceful motion, and it's his name that I whisper instead.
"Renzo..."
The pain is nothing, just nothing at all compared to the exquisite reality of finally belonging to him.
This is what my body was designed for.
This is what I was born to feel.
This right here is the essence of what we'll be for the rest of our lives, and I can only sob as I place my hand against his chest, and I feel his heart hammering as hard as mine.
"Oh, Renzo."
His big, hard body shudders over me. I don't know why I ended up shortening his name. It just felt so right to do it, just like this, too, felt right.
Yes, oh, yes.
How wonderfully right it feels, to have my husband slowly thrusting in and out of me, our bodies moving in rhythm as our breathless pants fill the air.
My hands curve over his shoulders as his thrusts pick up in pace. His every possession sweeps me up higher and higher, and every pounding beat of my heart echoes his.
I can't remember feeling this close to any human being, and I see my every thought mirrored in his beautiful green eyes. It's getting harder and harder for me to breathe, and so I know, of course I know.
We're both getting closer and closer to the end, with our bodies tightening and tightening until finally, oh, finally...
Aaaaaaaah!!!
My mind knows this is inevitable, but the way pleasure explodes inside of me is still a massive shock.
Renzo. Renzo. Renzo.
I cry his name out over and over as my body shudders under my husband's muscular frame, and when I fill him shudder, too, as his own pleasure takes over—-
