Page 9 of Breaking the Annulment

She was still shaking with aftershocks as he lined himself up at her entrance once more and drove steadily in, like a pile driver, until he hit pay dirt. There was no stopping this time. No turning back.

She cried out, pain wiping out all vestiges of pleasure. Every muscle in her body tensed, resisting his invasion.

“I’m in. No more pain. I promise. I hope.” He held still until she started to relax, then began a very slow, careful climb back up; kissing, teasing and stroking her body with his hands and mouth until she instinctively tilted her pelvis and wrapped her legs around his waist, ready for more. The position allowed him to sink in a little deeper, bump her womb with the tip of his cock. He groaned in pleasure, relieved she didn’t cry out. She felt so good wrapped around him; he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold back.

He pushed her hands above her head and laced their fingers together, kissed her hard, pulled almost all the way out, then stroked deep. She moaned, but she didn’t ask him to stop.

“You’re so tight, it’s like shrink-wrap around my dick. Jeezus…fuck.” He shuddered. He was never letter her go after this.

He started out slow, steadily picking up the pace, driving himself in and out of her tight sheath, until his balls drew up tight, ready to explode. He knew she wasn’t as ready as he was, knew she still had some discomfort, so he adjusted their positions, one hand wedged between their bodies so he could massage her clit with his finger, play until her inner walls started contracting, gripping him so hard he thought he might pass out.

“That’s, it, baby. That’s it. Come for me.”

The second she cried out, his body tightened, thighs straining, until he couldn’t hold back anymore. With a shout, he exploded into her, shooting hot seed deep into her womb, pulsing, contracting, until she’d milked him dry.

Fuck, he’d never felt more complete in his life. It was like coming home. He rolled to his side to keep from crushing her, pulling her with him, still locked together.

As their breathing returned to normal, he carefully pulled out and moved them to the center of the bed, then pulled the sheets over them. She curled up sleepily against him like she belonged there, like a missing puzzle piece slotting into place, where she always should have been had things gone differently years ago.

Within minutes, he fell into a deep, contented sleep.

Aurelia, however, remained tired but unable to sleep, the throbbing pain between her legs acting like an accusation; inescapable and undeniable. She hadn’t just given Michalis her virginity, she’d allowed him to possess her––absolutely. Completely.

As carefully as she could, she tried to extract herself from the tangle of their arms and legs, but his grip only tightened, snuggling her in closer.Even in sleep, he’s not the type of man to give back what he thinks he owns.

It was nearly dawn before her lids became too heavy to stay open, the need for sleep finally dragging her under.

5

Sunday, 10:00 am

Aurelia resisted wakefulness,wrapped snugly in a warm, weighted blanket.

She must have slept through her alarm.

Maybe it was her day off.

Either way, she was too comfortable to care, lulled by the rhythmic ebb and swell of waves, her body drifting, floating in the sea. Up…down.

She opened her eyes sleepily. She wasn’t floating in the sea. She was sprawled on top of him like he was her own personal body pillow. No, his muscles had no give. And his hands? They were resting casually on her hips like he owned them.

She tensed. Was he awake? She was in his bedroom. Maybe she could sneak out before he woke up and avoid a very awkward ‘morning after a one-night-stand’ kind of moment. Maybe she could even get out of the house.

As carefully as possible, she slid her right leg over his left hip. Damn. Her leg wasn’t long enough to get all the way over. No way could she scoot the rest of her body to make it happen.Reversing direction, she slid her leg back toward center. His legs were spread just wide enough she was able to slide her knee down in between his thighs, careful to avoid hitting his junk; that would wake him up for sure.

She blew out a small, shaky breath. So far, so good. Now, if she could just shift her weight onto that leg, she should be able to––

His hands flexed at her hips.

She froze. Was it a reflex? Was he awake? She wasn’t in the right position to look. Maybe he was only half awake. A minute passed. Then two. Nothing happened.Must have been a reflex. He’s possessive, even in his sleep.She ignored the zing of pleasure that shot up her spine at the thought.

Slower than a snail, she began moving again.

“Where do you think you’re going, wife?”

Every muscle froze as her heartbeat slammed against her chest like a jackhammer.No!Fuck!What should she do? Play it casual? Ignore the elephant in the room? Pretend last night hadn’t happened? Pretend they hadn’t consummated their marriage? They could still..

“I know you’re awake,agápe mou, so you can stop pretending.” His voice was full of smug satisfaction and a hint of laughter. “And whatever is going on inside your head right now, let me assure you, there will be no more talk of annulments. You are exactly where you belong.”

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