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She moves faster, harder than I expected, her bare cunt gripping me like a vice as she slams down on me. The sensation of her slick, hot walls around me makes me nearly explode. I stroke her tits, thumbing her nipples while she rides me. When she’s ready, she throws back her head, letting her long black hair tumble down her back, and a shudder wraps around her body as she sighs. That one quiet, long, breathy sigh is the most soul-satisfying sound I’ve ever heard.

Her walls clench around me, and I can’t help but groan at how insanely hard she squeezes my cock. I watch her cum, watch her come undone, and it’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. I want to watch her and not worry about getting mine, but I can’t stop myself. The sight of my beautiful naked wife lost in pure bliss pushes me over the edge.

When her cunt pulses tight around me, I let myself go, wrapping my arm around her back and grinding up into her as I explode with everything I’ve been holding back for months. She cries out as my hot cum spurts into her. Before I can react, she grips my shoulders, gasping out two words.

“Don’t. Stop.”

Together, we are lost. Lost to everything but what truly matters. This moment, right here, right now, and the long-overdue pleasure we find in each other. Lost to everything but each other, two broken souls who thought they’d never find love, never deserve it.

Our bodies meld in bliss, locked together like our souls have finally fit together in perfect alignment, fusing into one love. I know in that moment I’m well beyond saving, that there’s no hope of me ever resisting the love I thought I could deny. I love her beauty, her delicateness, even her brokenness. But I also love her strength, her mind, her sharp tongue. I love that she’s a match for me, that she made me fall for her without even noticing. That she challenges me and makes me grow so much it hurts. And god, I love fucking her. I give her everything I have, not just my body but my soul, my heart, my life. She is all that matters.

We are all that matters.

This.

Us.

Forever.

epilogue

One Year Later

Eliza

“I have a surprise for you,” I say, grabbing King’s hand the moment he walks in the door. I pull him into the living room before he can ask.

He looks around and smiles. “It looks great,” he says. “Did you clean?”

“The maid did that,” I say, rolling my eyes. “Now come here. I got you something.”

“You already sent me a picture today,” he says, a naughty gleam in his eye. Even though I don’t need to do that anymore, and King can feast his eyes on me any time he wants and satisfy himself with my body instead of his hand, he still likes it when I send him racy pics. So, I keep doing it.

I hand him a small, wrapped box. “Before you open it, I just want to say… Thank you. For being so patient with me, and working with me through my therapy, and my relapses, and—Just thank you. For everything. I want to say I don’t deserve it, but I’m not allowed to say that anymore.”

“That is correct,” he says, leaning in to kiss me. “And you didn’t have to get me anything. But thank you.”

“You taught me that,” I say. “That I’m worthy of love. That it’s okay to accept it.”

“I think you’re confusing me with your therapist,” he says with a grin.

“I’m not,” I say, shoving his shoulder. “She onlysaysthat. Youdoit. You’re the one who works with me on it. You’re the one who loves me and forces me to accept it.”

“Damn straight,” he says. “Now, are you going to propose, or can I open this?”

I laugh and shake my head. “I think you have to be married more than a year before you can renew your vows. Open it.”

“It’s been almost a year and a half,” King reminds me, but he obeys. He opens the box and stares down at the little white wand inside. I wait, not even breathing, waiting for him to say something. I start to think this was a really stupid idea, and what if he’s not excited, and he doesn’t consider this a gift?

At last, he raises his eyes to mine, and if I didn’t know better, I’d swear they’re a little shiny.

“You’re pregnant?” he asks.

I nod, biting my lip to keep from squealing out loud.

“I know, it took my stubborn uterus long enough,” I say. “I was beginning to think we jinxed it by saying we’d tell people we couldn’t have a baby.”

“Well, we have been trying awfully hard,” he says with a little smile, removing the test from the box.

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