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"Oh my…" I sobbed. I’d never had this happen before. Never been so turned on by a man, let alone one burning my fucking pubic hair.

His cock stretched me as he pounded me with no forgiveness. "You did so well, Muse," he murmured.

"I am so proud of you. I knew you would be able to keep up with me." His fingers rubbed my landing strip, coaxing the pain, as he continued to fuck me relentlessly.

"I thought I’d orgasmed before, Walsh, but this? This is fucking magic."

He laughed, low and brutal as he continued to slam into me. His hands braced my hips as my thighs clenched.

"I am not going to last," I wailed.

"I know, Muse," he muttered. "Let it all go."

And I did. My entire body relaxed at the same time my core exploded, clenching his shaft. For a moment, I swore I was transported into another dimension.

When I came back down to the living room, he pulled out, coming on me and collapsed next to me.

"Come here," he whispered, pulling me tight. Cum dripping on his chest.

"You're sticky." I turned up my nose, but it only made him tug me tighter into the crook of his arms.

"I don’t want you to leave," he whispered.

I understood the weight of his words; they carried more significance than a simple "stay here." The last time we were together, fear drove me to run away, afraid of our deep connection and the vulnerability it exposed, but tonight was different. It held everything I needed.

"I won't go," I whispered, ensuring my every touch seeped into his bones, ensuring he felt the truth behind each syllable.

Chapter Thirty-Six

If she was a church, I would have dropped to my knees right here to worship her. I’d confess all my sins and recite every prayer just to spend another moment with her. With cum dripping down her thighs, lips swollen and parted, and a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, I’d found a sacred sanctuary where my devotion knew no bounds.

Fuck. What was this feeling inside of my chest? I hated it, but I was completely undone with her.

"Can we go wash up at least?" She motioned to her sticky legs before letting out a small giggle as if this was a joke to her.

I stared into her green eyes, branding this memory into my brain. "Earth to Walsh?"

"Yes, wife," I murmured, turning so our noses were touching. "Let’s go upstairs."

"But wait…" She lifted a finger to my lips. "I want to talk."

There was so much to be said and so much I wanted left unsaid, knowing the consequences my words would hold, but I needed her in my life. Fuck, if tonight showed anything, I needed her.

I sounded like a desperate little simp for acting like this, too, but she was mine and I needed to start acting like someone who’d protect what was his to the death.

"I’d like that," I confessed, and got up, then lifted her into my arms bridal style. She giggled throughout the house, a sound I also would love to have a soundtrack of.

When the bath was warmed,she stepped inside the freestanding tub. I’d rinsed off in the shower as it was filling up so I could bathe my wife properly. My wife. My muse. Mine.

A sweet sigh escaped her crimson lips, a shade that matched her hair. She dipped down so the water was all the way to her shoulders as I leaned over the tub and laid a kiss atop her head.

"I’m so sorry," I mumbled as I pulled away. "I am sorry I didn’t tell you about the cameras."

Her eyes narrowed on me, then she laughed, making the water ripple in her path.

"That is the first thing you're apologizing for? That is literally the last thing I’m upset about." She caressed my face with her water-drenched hand and pressed a soft gentle kiss to my lips. "I love kissing you."

"You’re my first."

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