My sanity, my freedom.
My hips grinding against his, my bed squeaking noisily as the pace increased.
"Jesus Nickolai" pulling the sheets off the bed.
Nickolai is breathing hard too gripping the pillow under my head, his head buried in my neck. His breath warm I have never been so turned on in my life, the hairs of his chest grazing my scars.
"You are mines Emily please know this" his voice husky searing pleasure through me, my blood roaring.
"Give to me Emily come with me" he ordered "now" pounding in me.
We both climaxed with a thready cry, he bit my neck sucking the vein throbbing beneath until it turned red. He left his mark his seal for others to see. My grip white knuckled an the sides of my hip maybe next time I may touch him.
He rose his head beads of perspiration gathering on his forehead, our eyes locked, I absorbing his masculine triumph that flared in his dark eyes. In that moment he owned me and I would do anything he wanted and he knew it, oh so he thought.
To me this was just sex, this ring meant nothing and so will our marriage clenching my fist. He slipped out my swollen and sensitive core kissing my neck moving down ever so tenderly.