"Oh, Alex..." I moaned, my voice trembling, raw with need.
"Don't you dare stop," I whispered, barely able to contain myself.
The way his tongue flicked through my core, his fingers toying with my arousal as he settled between my legs with a reverence that stole my breath. His fingers toying with my arousal, deliberate and slow, savoring me like his precious secret. As if every inch of me was his very sacred ground.
"You know I can't," he murmured against me, those green eyes glowing softly in the dim light, half-lidded with hunger. "I'm going to spend the rest of my life doing this to my wife."
Every flick of his tongue, every deliberate touch was a vow. An unspoken promise to cherish me this completely. Forever.
I could feel his devotion just by the way he breathed me in. Through the low, reverent grunts escaping through his lips, as he lost himself in worshipping my body.
It wasn't just desire. It was love. Tangible, raw and infinite.
He looked up, his eyes burning with fierce tenderness that sent my pulse racing.
My lips parted as his fingers plunged deep inside me still, moving with a steady, relentless rhythm while he rose. His lips glistening with the evidence of my arousal.
I bit my lip as he paused at my mouth, the scent of my desire lingering on him, as he pressed his forehead gently against mine.
"You're mine now," he whispered, soft but resolute like a vow, his gaze locking with mine.
But before I could respond, he crushed his lips on mine. Hungry, but gentle, like he was sealing his vow with a kiss that stole my breath away. With our bodies pressed together, grinding in slow, deliberate rhythm, as if time itself had stopped. And we couldn't get enough of each other.
I writhed underneath him, lost in the overwhelming fire of our connection.
He lined himself up to my entrance. His fingers slowly leaving my core, making me feel empty. I wrapped my legs around his hips in an attempt to pull him closer. Have him enter me.
He grinned. "So impatient," he teased.
Then, with the slowest, most reverent touch, he entered me. His eyes locked on mine, filled with a tenderness so deep it stole my breath. The thick length of him stretching my walls, filling me so wholly, completely. Every movement of his deliberate, like he was worshipping the sacred bond we shared.
His hands cradled my face, fingers gentle against my skin as he whispered against my lips, his voice low and steady. "I'll love you like this, always. Every moment, every breath."
Slow and steady, he withdrew, not fully, teasing me with the ache of his absence. His hands drifting low, resting on my lower abdomen.
My breath hitched, with the way his green eyes burned with fierce devotion.
"You belong to me, Lara," he murmured low. "Just as I belong to you."
I gasped when he slammed back into me, harder this time, his body pressing deep, melding with mine in a possessive rhythm.
"Forever and ever," he vowed, his voice raw and sacred, like he was sealing the promise in the pounding of our lovemaking. "Not even death could take me away from you."
"I love you, Alex," I breathed out, voice rough with need, my lips brushing his softly as he continued moving inside me. Gentle and tender. But I craved more. More of his fire.
I dug my nails into his shoulders, arching beneath him, silently begging him to go faster, harder like how he used to. "Please," I gasped, my voice trembling with desperation. "I need you, now."
A dark chuckle escaped him, low and possessive. "So greedy, my wife," he murmured, before driving into me with fierce, unrelenting passion.
Each thrust grew more urgent, more desperate. It is as if we were trying to carve our connection deep into this fabric of time. While I clawed at his shoulders, my hips syncing with his relentless rhythm, trying to anchor myself in this overwhelming floor of sensation. Of him inside me, wholly consuming me. Claiming me.
Heat ignited between us, wild and fierce.
His breaths came ragged and fast, crashing against mine. Our voices lost in the raw, animalistic language of need, drowned out by the wet, slapping sound of our skin meeting skin.
His hands roamed with fierce worship, as if he was memorizing my every curve, every shiver that trembled beneath his touch. The room faded. The world narrowing into the thunderous drum of our hearts, and the savage, primal rhythm of our bodies.
Then his fingers slipped lower, sliding between us. His thumb teasing my clit in maddening circles. Each stroke sending jolts of fire through me, even as his hips continued on pounding into me relentlessly. Harder, faster. Even more desperate.
"I need you, Lara," he growled, his voice thick with reverence and raw hunger. "Only you."
With one final, powerful thrust, the intensity broke over us like a wave. Crashing, overwhelming and sacred, as we clung to each other. Breathless and trembling, the promise of forever sealed in the heat of our union.
"Are we crazy for doing this?" I whispered, my voice soft as our breaths slowly evened out.
His head rested gently in the hollow of my neck, warm and steady. After a moment, he lifted himself onto his elbows, still buried deep inside me. I could still feel him pulsing, alive and insatiable, ready for another round.
"You're really asking me that now?" His voice was low, a mix of disbelief and playful teasing. "After we've said our vows and consummated our union, in the most intimate way possible?"
I lifted a brow, amused. "'Consummated'? Who even says that anymore?"
He smiled, his lips curving as he brushed a tender kiss along my cheek. "I do. And you're carrying my child now. I'd say it's about damn time. Should've made you marry me sooner."
I rolled my eyes, my hands gently cradling his jaw, my thumb tracing soothing circles over his flushed cheeks. "You're insane, you know that, right?"
He smiled, fierce and tender. "Only for you, baby."
His lips found mine again, just as he began to move inside me once more. His touch and words settling over me like a sacred promise. Deeper, and more profound than anything spoken.
We were forever bound. Not just by vows or passion, but by the love and the life we've created together. And in that quiet, perfect moment, everything else faded away.