He came with a roar, his hands palming my cheeks and pressing his forehead to mine, a communion deeper even than kissing.
And as we both stood there huffing for breath in the steamy aftermath he whispered a single word, “Mine.”
Nothing would ever wipe the smile off my face that word elicited. “Yours,” I whispered back. “Forever.”
His eyes flashed open, dark and possessive. “You better fucking believe it, wife,” he said before devouring me in a long kiss.
And I felt a rupture of joy in my chest, because this was only the beginning.