His curses above me are like a prayer, and when his hips snap forward a final time, I’m hit with another wave of ecstasy.
I feel him coming inside me, and it’s what I consider heaven on earth.
This is how I want to spend the rest of my life. With him. Loving him.
And I’ll pray every night to grow old together with the love of my life beside me.
He is mine and I am his, and let no man separate what God has brought together.
I’m home.
THE END.