I never considered myself romantic, but I could write poetry about her perfect curves. Create a story about her moans or the warnings that she’s about to come. I keep records, mental files, of her pleasure-filled sighs.
Today, however, what’s in control is the fear of losing her.
She’s leaving for Rheadur. She told me it’s temporary, that she wants to see her family, but she didn’t bring up the blessing her father was supposed to give us. I’m certain the ritual is important to my wife, and her silence on the subject may mean she believes we won’t last long enough to need it.
I know learning about my past shook her, but I’m also aware that this isn’t what’s driving her away; it’s my inability to give her a family in the future.
I tighten my arms around her and wipe from my mind everything that isn’t the two of us in this moment.
I need her. Her body. Not words.
I set her down. We’re still in the hallway, not having reached the bedroom yet.
I step back to look at my wife. Jazmina is beautiful inside and out. Young, yet brave enough to face me, to try to pull me out of the world of shadows I’ve walked through all my life. I don’t deserve her, but I’m not strong enough to stay away from her. From her light and joy. From her love.
I move toward her, but she stops me with a raised hand.
“Look at me,” she says as she pulls the zipper down the back of her dress. “Tonight I want to be naked for you. I have nothing to hide, Rodrick. I’m here and I’m yours. Can you say the same?”
Mesmerized, I watch the silk fall at her feet. She’s left only in her high heels and panties.
“There’s no woman more beautiful in the world.”
“Yourwoman. Don’t forget that, my duke. Nothing else matters. I’m your wife.”
I step closer, gripping a fistful of her hair. “Yes, you are my wife,” I reaffirm, because those words calm me. We belong to each other.
When our mouths meet, there’s no tenderness, only desperate consumption. Tongues collide like a dance headed for war. Allies or opponents, labels don’t matter now, only pleasure, possession, the bond we’re beginning to forge, even with so little time married.
My clothes disappear. I have no idea whether it was her or me who stripped them away.
All my focus is on Jazmina.
Our bodies burn with desire, with the need for mutual surrender.
“Take me, Rodrick. Show me that regardless of the past, you want me. I can’t erase what happened, but I want to give you a future by my side.”
My blood boils at her confession and her offering. “I don’t know if I can go easy tonight, princess.”
“And when have we ever been gentle? I love everything we do.”
I tear her panties, my hand going straight between her thighs. “Wet. Always so wet for me.”
She spreads her legs and grinds down on my fingers.
Filthy. Needy. Desperate to be fucked.
She strokes me while her lips and tongue devour my mouth, lick my nipple, bite my chest.
The madness between us explodes even more uncontrollably than usual, and before I know it, I have her facing the wall, ass arched, tempting me.
“There’s no time to get to the bedroom. I can’t wait. Bend over.”
I pin her hands with one of mine.
I push her hair aside and bite the nape of her neck, my cock rubbing between the cheeks of her ass. My pre-cum leaves a mark there, driving me wild.
I lower myself and thrust in all at once.