He sank inside of me and closed his eyes for a brief moment the way he always did when he entered me. I loved that expression, and I knew I would never get enough of it.
“You good?” he asked as he rolled his hips inside of me.
“So good,” I murmured.
He leaned down and kissed me, and there was nothing frenzied about us anymore. It was unhurried and gentle. Ryland wanted to draw it out as long as he could, and I was grateful he had. I never wanted to forget this moment for all of my life.
“I’m going to come inside you, baby,” he declared. “Come inside my fucking wife.”
And with a roar, he did.
Then he leaned down and kissed me with a possessive gleam in his eyes. “Mine.”