Ronan's Bride

“Fuck me, Ronan. Please,” she hisses. Her legs and arms are tied but she doesn’t have even a flicker of fear. Lust and love warm up the deep green of her eyes and my heart. There’s no one in the world like this woman.

When I drive into her one last time, burying myself all the way to the hilt, I feel my dick jerk and spurt a stream of my seed in her wet heat.

Her own body shudders and the deep pulsing of her core drags at me, pulling me in deeper.

“Ooh!” she moans. “I love you, Ronan.”

“I love you too, baby. More and more every day.” I untie her ankles and wrists and rub at them, trying to get her blood flowing. She smiles but doesn’t open her eyes.

I go get a towel and clean her up then toss it to the corner. Climbing into the bed, I curl her around my body, settling her head on my chest. Her breath puffs out and then slows and I can feel her lithe body go limp.

“I love you,” I whisper, kissing her soft cheek. “My princess.”

And she smiles, even in her sleep. She’s like a little doll. Perfectly imperfect. And I love it. She has flaws. So do I. But together, our life could not be more perfect.

I smile and slip into a foggy place. Letting my mind drift and my body soar.

Letting happiness wash over me like a wave of warmth and contentment.

If there’s a happier man out there, I don’t know how there could be. Because this woman and my little family are everything I really need. I’m home. I’m loved and I get to spend every day with that love. Couldn’t be better if I tried.

I cuddle her and smile when she tries to get closer to me. My eyes close for the last time and I drift away, dreaming of my own happy life.

That’s the best dream there is. And for once, it’s real.