Hunter suddenly moaned. His hips thrust up as she came down for a particularly deep connection. His arms tightened hard around her torso, and his entire body stiffened. A long gratified-sounding groan came from his throat.
He relaxed and leaned back against the edge of the tub, pulling her with him. Once there, Hunter kissed her mouth hard, deep, and fast. His hand brushed a path along her cheek, until his fingers embedded into her hair.
He broke the kiss and trailed more kisses to her neck, and then to her shoulder. He bit down, as he often did, and whispered, “I don’t know what it is about having exceptional sex with you that makes me want to bite you afterward.”
She giggled. “I don’t know either, but I like it.”
“You are the perfect wife.” He bit into her shoulder as she nibbled the skin beneath his ear, laughing again, and feeling completely loved.
Dylan made his way across the tub and pressed against her back. She was sandwiched between her two perfect men, and very grateful to be living her ideal fairy-tale life.
THE END
