Owen
OWEN
Her mouth falls open, and I grin manically, then spit the tampon out onto the sheets, the taste of her blood on my lips an aphrodisiac to the darkness inside me, roaring to be released.
Blood drips from her pussy, soaking into the fabric of her wedding dress, and I breathe in the scent of her like a predator about to consume its prey.
“My beautiful, bloody wife, dripping for me.” I stroke over her soft thigh and move closer to her pussy. It’s swollen, begging for my tongue, but I’m desperate to fill her, torn between taste and touch.
Taking my cock in hand, I line it up to her hole and close my eyes. I’ve waited for this moment for what feels like an eternity, to finally fuck the girl I love as my wife.
I drop down onto my forearms, hovering my lips above hers, and when she smiles at me, it fills me with the solitude and warmth only she can bring to my frozen heart, finally basking in the warmth her absence stole.
“Love you, baby girl,” I whisper against her lips.
Tears glisten in her eyes, the enormity of the moment taking its toll on her.
So many walls put in place, so many feelings considered but never our own, yet we’re finally where we were always meant to be.
“I love you too,” she whispers, and I slide deep inside her, willing it to last an eternity.