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That’s all I want despite me doing everything that makes her resent me.
“I really do love you, Beck.”
With her sweet, soothing words blowing against my skin, I’m close to exploding. But she’s not and I refuse to come without her. As much as I fucking hate it, I pull out and flip her over. I can barely breathe she’s so fucking magnificent splayed out in front of me.
I plunge into her again, licking the merlot off her back and kissing up her spine, while my fingers find their way around to her clit. “Do you know how much I love you?”
“Yes.”
A breathless whisper blows against the top. She says she knows but I don’t think she really does. “Do you know it will destroy me if something ever happened to you?”
“Beck…”
“I cannot survive without you. This world would not survive me being without you.”
I tangle in her long hair, speckled with bits of corn from Louis’s leftovers. She’s filthy and she’s trapped and she’s fucking beautiful. I pump and pump into her, strumming her clit with my thumb and forefinger, until she falls apart underneath me, and I let go. Filling her up with my useless seed and swearing against a god who keeps her from bearing more of my children when she’s the best fucking mother I know.
After I’m completely emptied inside her, I slump back into the only remaining upright chair from our struggle and haul her into my lap, clutching her exhausted body against mine. “Why Eden? Why are you trying to resist everything I do to keep you safe?”
“I’m not. I’m…”
Her head falls onto my shoulder, and the tears on her cheek prove hurting me hurts her just as much. I brush away the watery streams and kiss her forehead. “Tell me, wisp.”
Her graceful hand presses against my racing heart with a gentle touch I don’t deserve. “You know this is unhealthy. Keeping me locked up like a prisoner here isn’t good for either of us.”
As the only person in the entire universe with the power to frighten me, she admits more than I expect. This is more than seeing her friends from her former job. This is her trying to ruin what we have together. “I have no choice.”
“I feel like I’m suffocating. I need to be able to leave the house. I want to visit museums and go out for coffee and take Louis to the toy store.”
Easily solved. “Tell me what paintings you want and they’ll be here tomorrow. I’ll hire a barista every morning, and Louis can have anything he wants. Just let him pick it out. You know I’ve never said a fucking word about what you spend.”
“It’s not just about the money. I want experiences. I want to go places as a family. I want a date night with my husband.”
I’m instantly hard again from her saying husband. I attempt to be gentle but fail. Manhandling her to twist her around, I impale her on my cock. She doesn’t resist. She never fucking resists and coils her arms around my neck while I lift her up and down so she can fuck me slow and sensuous the way she likes. But her smile is still sad, breaking my fucking heart the way only she can.
“Despite how much you love me and I love you, I know this marriage isn’t what you expected.”
My grip on her tightens to the point of pain when she winces under my fingers. I stroke the skin I pinched, wanting to relieve her body and her mind. “It’s fucking better than I ever could’ve imagined.”
She shakes her head. “You wanted a big family.”
“I’m not willing to risk your life for anything.”
I sound angry because I am. She better remember herself—she is my fucking world and I will not jeopardize what I need to live.
“You wanted a docile wife who never gives you any trouble.”
“You’re not trouble. You’re just reckless.”
“Going to Starbucks isn’t reckless.”
At least she’s legit smiling this time. I am too, enjoying a discussion with her while she rides my dick. I thumb her clit and make her mewl hoping she’ll drop this but knowing she won’t.
“You wanted–”
“Enough!” I cup her rosy cheeks in my palms. A reminder of how frail she is from my huge hands engulfing her delicate head. “I just want you, damn it!”
“Please Beck.”
