Valentine

“They would starve us for days, use whips, hot pokers, car batteries, and more things than I can think of. When we would pass out from the pain, they would throw cold water on us then start all over again. Trying to get information about our troops but we never talked. They killed two of the best people I knew. When I had just about given up a delta team came and rescued us. We were medically discharged and sent on our way. I have been in and out of therapy ever since. The first three years were the hardest. Full of booze and bad decisions just trying to dull the pain. One night I about ended it all but deep in my soul I just knew I couldn’t give up. I think that my soul was calling to yours. That it knew one day I would find the one person that would make everything I went through worth it. So I could love her just the way she deserved.” I sob quietly.

“Thank you for holding on and coming back. I can’t imagine a life without you in it.” He rolls over faster than I expect and sits up holding me in his arms.

“I love you so much my sweet, Valentine. You are the greatest gift I could have ever dreamed of getting.” I hold him tighter, burying my head into his shoulder.

“I love you too, Justin. Make love to me, please. I need to know you here. That you are safe and with me, where you belong, I beg. Kissing his neck and face, willing my tears to dry. One of his hands goes into my hair where he makes a fist. The other on my hip, he pulls my head back and kisses me.

“I’m right here, little Dove, I’m not going anywhere.” I feel his cock harden and I don’t waste any time sitting up on my knees until I feel the head of his cock at my entrance. I slam myself down on his hard length. His hand on my hip tightens and he groans.

“Fuck.”

“Please fuck me hard, Justin. I need you,” I whine. He groans and starts a punishing pace. Just what I need to feel alive. To know that he is here with me and won’t ever leave. He pulls me down on every upward thrust. “Yes, harder,” I chant loving every minute of it. He flips us over, so I am on my back then he throws my legs over his shoulders and starts pounding into me so hard the bed starts to shake. He hits my clit just right and I scream as I come all over his cock. He groans and lets my legs drop. I wrap them around his waist my arms around his shoulders as his thrusts become more powerful. I feel him swell inside me right before he comes roaring my name. His release triggers another of my own and I moan his name as I feel rope after rope of his come fill my womb. He pushes my hair out of my face and kisses my neck, cheeks, forehead, then my lips.

“I love you, little Dove. Now and forever.”

“I love you too.” He pulls out of me then rolls us over, so I am on my side and he is spooning me. I vow to myself that I am going to spend the rest of my life showing him just how much I love him.

Epilogue

Justin

Five Months Later

I look over at my beautiful wife and thank God that she’s mine. I refuse to imagine what life would be like without ever knowing her. She is my reward. After that bullshit that happened when I was in the Army, I rarely got excited about anything. I wasn’t really living before her; I know that now. They say you shouldn’t live your life for another, but I say fuck that. There is nothing more rewarding than love of a good woman. She is my reason for living, just the way that it was meant to be.

North Carolina has no waiting period for a marriage license, so we got married the following Monday after the first time we were together. The first time that I claimed her. My little Dove wanted a small ceremony and a huge party to celebrate, so I gave her exactly what she wanted. My unit from the Army, those still with us, joined us at the party. My buddy Hunter told us he was about to fly out to Ireland for St. Patrick’s Day. He works as a hotel flipper and will also be touring several hotels with the intent of purchasing and renovating them. Ever since we got back from the POW camp, he doesn’t stay put in one place for to long. Not that I can blame him. We’ve all dealt with our captivity in different ways.