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No sooner had the first orgasm washed through me, another one started building with each hard thrust of him.
“More,” I moaned, throwing my bound wrists over his head, then pulling him closer.
“Who’s fucking you?” He grunted with each thrust.
“You.”
I had never felt him so deep. His hands slid behind me and cupped my ass, angling his cock deeper inside me. With brutal force, he fucked me like a madman.
“Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours.”
He pulled his cock all the way out only to pound into me again. He was merciless. As if he tried to wipe out years of sexual frustration.
“Mine,” he grunted. “This cunt,” he said with another deep thrust. “Mine.”
“These lips.” My breath mewled as he bit down on my lip. He picked up the pace of his thrusts. “Mine. You are all mine, Wife.”
The world faded. Reality fuzzed with each rut of his body.
The only thing I could feel right now was the heat deep in my core. His pleasure. His pain. My pleasure. Our pain.
“Mine,” he groaned as my pussy squeezed around him.
“More,” I begged, and he fucked me faster, harder, deeper. The friction of our bodies echoed in the room, flesh against flesh slapping. Again and again.
“Give it to me,” he growled with one deep thrust.
So deep that it choked my cry as I came undone.
The orgasm was immediate and so violent it sent a shudder through me and my vision dimmed. Heat pulsed in my stomach branching out until it reached every single corner of my body.
Everything faded away but the heat of the pleasure. It was too much and not enough. He continued fucking me, faster and faster with his incoherent guttural curses. He yanked my hair, forcing my face to tilt up to his. His mouth slammed on mine just as he thickened before spurting inside me. His cum filled me as he came, his own shudders rolling down his body.
Our eyes connected.
“I love you.”
We both said the words at the same time, and I knew we’d be okay.
No matter what, we’d get through this together.
ChapterFifty-Six
LUCA
My wife’s face pressed against my chest.
I wrapped an arm around her, our fingers linked. Just like our hearts. I held our hands up, and it was only then that I had noticed. We both still wore our wedding rings.
Peace, unlike any I had felt for the past three years, filled my chest.
“What are you thinking?” she murmured, her voice soft and her lips brushing against my chest.
“That I’m scared,” I admitted. Fuck it, maybe it made me weak, but it was the truth. She and our daughter were my strength and my weakness.
She lifted her head, her brows furrowed. “Why?”
