I bite into his skin as I orgasm.
A few more thrusts from him, and he collapses all his weight on me.
We take a moment to catch our breath, and he slowly pulls himself up. He stares down at me and lightly presses a kiss to my lips.
Then, to my nose.
Then, my forehead.
It’s a side of Emilio I’ve never seen before.
He slowly pulls back, easing the weight of his body off me, until he’s settled at my feet. His hand reaches between my legs, and when he draws his fingers back, I see the red painting his skin.
“Blood has never looked so beautiful,” he says, his eyes locked on mine. He pushes them into his mouth and sucks hard. “Nor has it tasted so fucking delicious.”
I should be embarrassed by this.
Grossed out.
But I’m not.
I’m glad this didn’t happen the night of our wedding.
He waited until webothwere ready.
My husband didn’t just fuck me.
He made sure to fuck all the hate I had for him gone.
Or really, was there any there to begin with?
34
Liliya’s breathingis steady beside me.
She’s tangled in the sheets, looking so peaceful as she sleeps.
I didn’t just sleep with my wife tonight.
She gave me a part of herself no one had ever had.
A part of her so fucking precious that I didn’t deserve.
A twinge pulls at my heart that she handed it over willingly, like she’d been waiting for a person worthy and found me.
Do I find myself worthy? Fuck no.
But pride swells that she did.
Being a virgin wasn’t something I demanded in a wife. I’d never base a woman’s value on that.
I ease out of bed, grab my phone from the nightstand, and tug on a pair of shorts from the dresser.
This condo is my secret. I bought it under a dead man’s name and in a neighborhood that no one talks about.
Only a select few know I have it.
No one in New York.
