There was no way in hell I would be able to get a good night’s rest knowing Emmalin was on the other side of the wall. I ached just to touch her. I looked at the bedside clock. It was after two in the morning. I got up and crept to the door, opening it slowly. I went and checked on Flick, who was sleeping peacefully. I walked past our bedroom door at least ten times, before I finally placed my hand on the doorknob. I smiled when I realized she hadn’t locked it.

Even sleeping she looked troubled. She was wrapped around one of my pillows. Fuck it. I’m getting into bed with my wife. I stealthily moved the pillow from her embrace and took its spot. She moved slightly, before fluttering her eyes open. Her eyes widened briefly when she saw me in bed. I leaned down, inhaling her scent. Lavender. She always smelled of lavender.

She started to push me off of her, and I raised up slightly. Her eyes were filled with two things -rage and lust. She opened her mouth to say something, but slapped me instead. I didn’t move; I laid there and took it. She slapped me again, this time a bit harder, but I also knew she was holding back. That’s how I knew she was still with me.

“Keep going. Use your anger on me,” I whispered to her. She slapped me again, and two more times after that. We were both breathing heavy, and I was hard as fuck. I bit back a moan as I rubbed against her. She swung her hand back again, preparing to hit me again, but instead brought her hand up to my face, pulling me down and crashed her mouth against mine.

She bit my bottom lip as I tried to take control, which only surged me on more. She looked at me with such venom - I knew she was going to make me fight for it. And fight I would. Retaliating, I sat up and tore her tank top in two and immediately latched on to a nipple. She cried out as I bit her hard. She managed to roll us both over, to where she was on top and again she went to slap me, but I held her arms at her side as I latched on to her other breast. She muffled a moan, and I rolled us back over and quickly pulled her pajama bottoms down.

She tried kicking me away, but with me in between her legs, it was useless. I used one arm to pin her arms above her head and the other flicked her panties to the side. Fuck me, she was drenched. I ripped them the rest of the way off and thrusted three fingers in as she arched her back letting out that moan I’ve been dying to hear. “We fight it out…we fuck it out,” I breathed into her neck, before biting down and repositioning her to on her side.

“Fuck you!” She spat at me. I chuckled as I hurriedly freed my cock.

“No, baby. Fuck you.” I thrusted into the hilt, and we both gasped. I held myself still, feeling the warmth and tightness around my cock. “Fuck, that’s good.” With her hands still bound in one hand, my other hand went to her clit. Her wet, sloppy clit.

After a few thrusts, she whispered. It was a whisper but I fucking heard it. “Is this how you fucked her?”

I momentarily stilled just at the fact that those words came from her mouth. Her boldness, defiant self, never ceased to amaze me. She was always good at provoking me. But, that sure as fuck didn’t stop the rage that soared through me. I glanced down at her. “Hate fuck it is then.”

I wrapped one leg over her, pinning her leg closed, making her exquisitely tighter and slammed into her. I didn’t even pull out - just kept slamming my cock deeper into her pussy. “You want to say things to me you know nothing about?” I growled into her ear, before biting down. Her yelp had me pushing in deeper. Was I hurting her? Probably. Did I give a shit? At that moment? Fuck no, because I knew the moment her pussy clamped down on me, she was going to be gone.

She tried moving away, but I held her down in a bruising grip. She wanted me to unleash? Well I would give her just that. “You want me to fuck you like you’re nothing? Like you’re a whore that doesn’t mean shit to me?!” I punctuated each word with a forceful thrust. I was going to make her feel me deep in her womb.

“How about if I fucked you like I didn’t love you? As if I never loved you?” She jumped with each thrust I gave her, and I leaned over licking the tears that were now falling. I swiveled my hips, my cock barely pulling out. Our skin where we were joined was flush together. “Is that what you want? For me to treat you like you’re nothing? Do you want me to stop? You know what to say to make me stop! But feeling the way your pussy is gushing has me thinking otherwise.”

I finally pulled out and rolled her to her back. She barely had time to take a breath, before I pushed my way back in. Her face was tear stricken as she stared up at me. I pounded into her, brutally hard, using her body as a vessel for pleasure. Her eyes never left mine, as my hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing tighter than I normally would. “If you want me to stop, raise your hand.”

I kept thrusting as I squeezed tighter. I could feel her pussy starting to quiver around me. I gripped her neck tighter, and I could see her eyes starting to flutter. “Make me stop! Make me fucking stop!” She was so wet, she was coating my thighs, and I could feel her pussy trying to pull me in. Right when I thought she was about to raise her hand to tell me to stop, she simply laid her hand ever so gently on my chest and slowly tapped with her finger three times. And that’s when I knew. She was telling me she loved me. She didn’t take her eyes off of mine, as her eyes started to close and her hand started to slip away from my chest.

I finally let go, and her eyes grew wide as she took a breath. On her first exhale, she came. She came so hard, her pussy gushed, practically covering us both. My mouth sealed over hers, stealing any breaths she had to take, releasing as deep inside of her as I could. The beast inside of me was fully out as I consumed her body, taking everything I could. I finally collapsed on top of her. Her pussy was still contracting, making me moan as it pulled more from me I didn’t even know I had.

We both laid there breathing heavily. “I could never fuck you like that, because I’ll always love you,” I whispered in her ear. “You mean everything to me. Everything.” I slowly raised myself to look into her eyes, so she knew I meant it.

She lifted her head and kissed me. But not just any kiss. A kiss that told me she felt the same way. A kiss that told me I had her soul and she had mine. A kiss that made me hard again. And even though she was already filled with my seed, I was going to spend the rest of the night filling her over and over again.