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Ever.

“Kitten…” I don’t want to admit that it was an image permanently engraved into my brain.

I can’t take it anymore, and I reach up and grab her.

Flipping her under me, my dick hovering above her mound, tracing the slight landing patch between her legs, making lazy figure eights and circles. Entering her is the only thing on my mind.

“We both know,” Sage reached between us and grabbed my waiting cock.

My blood was pulsing in my ears to the beat of the rain outside, threatening to break the window.

I slid into her and it is like coming home. Her eyes roll back into her head and I begin to thrust inside of her like my life depends on it. Sage’s legs wrap themselves around me and draw me in deeper.

Her mouth begins to kiss the owl tattoo on my neck. The tattoo that has intimidated so many but not my Kitten. No, she likes it. I can tell when she traces her fingers over it.

“Kitten,” I whisper into her ear as I fuck us to a climax.

“Husband,” she whispers back to me, her nails raking their way down my back. I’m sure she’s drawing blood but I don’t care.

My mouth finds hers and we kiss, our bodies trembling together.

“Cuh-uming,” Sage’s voice hitches.

I quicken my pace, then and the headboard to the motel bed threatens to wake the dead. I feel sorry for the people in the next room but at the same time, I don’t give a shit.

“I love you, Sage,” I whisper and explode into her body.

She doesn’t reply back, not that I expected her too.

We climax together.

Marriages have been built on less.

Rolling over onto my side, I stare at the ceiling. Sage snuggles close and I pull the blanket up around us. This nearly feels normal.

“I want to,” she says out of nowhere, and I drop a kiss into her mess of curls.

“You want to what?”

Her fingers trace my bare chest.

“I want to say it back,” her voice sounds timid. “I’ve never really said it to anyone. Fuck, a therapist would have a goddamn field day with me.”

A small laugh escapes from her and I decide to let her ramble.

“I killed someone,” she goes still. “I thought I loved someone, a girl. And this guy….he was a horrible fucking person, he beat her all the time, Niki.”

“It’s in the past,” I watch her sit up and look back at me.

“That guy, the one outside of the club that time. I killed his brother.”

“You don’t have to explain, Sage.”

She bit her lip. “I just…”

We sit up, and we stare into each other’s eyes. “You did it to protect someone. Fuck anything else. I’ve got enough money to bury anyone who would ever attempt to touch you...No one will hurt you ever again, Sage.”

She closes her eyes and I know she’s holding back tears.