Nick
The room is dark except for the faint glow of the glucometer on the nightstand. My arm is still draped over Sadie’s waist, her back pressed to my chest, the steady rise and fall of her breathing the only sound that matters.
Two-thirty in the morning. I slide out from behind her carefully, reach for the meter and a fresh lancet.
She stirs but doesn’t wake, murmuring something soft and half-formed as I ease her onto her back.
Her left hand rests on the pillow, the oval diamond catching even this weak light.
My ring. My wife-to-be. The sight of it on her finger still hits me like a fresh bullet.
Possession and pride and something deeper, something that feels like the first real peace I’ve known since my father fell ill.
I prick her finger with practiced gentleness, the way I’ve watched her do it a hundred times. The meter beeps quietly. One-thirty-eight. Good. Stable. The insulin and the meal did their job. I set everything aside, then just look at her.
She’s naked under the sheet, hair spilled across the pillow like gold silk, lips slightly parted. The gauze on her wrists is a stark reminder of the day, but even that doesn’t diminish how fucking perfect she is.
I pull the sheet down slowly, exposing her body to the cool air.
Her nipples tighten instantly. Even asleep, she reacts to me.
My cock hardens at the sight, but this isn’t about me right now.
This is about her, worshipping her, reminding myself that she’s alive and safe and wrapped in my protection.
I settle between her thighs, spreading them wider with my palms. She’s still slick from earlier, my cum and hers mixed together, glistening on her folds.
The scent of her hits me like a drug: sweet, musky, feminine.
Utterly addictive. I lean in and drag my tongue up the length of her slit in one slow, reverent stroke.
Fuck. She tastes like heaven and sin and everything I’ll never deserve but will never let go of. Sweet from the remnants of her earlier release, salty from me, warm and soft and so fucking wet already. I groan against her, the vibration pulling a sleepy little whimper from her throat.
I lick her again, deeper this time, parting her folds with the flat of my tongue, circling her clit with just enough pressure to make her hips twitch.
Her taste floods my mouth, delicious and intoxicating.
I could do this every night for the rest of my life and never get tired of it.
Bury my face between her thighs until she’s shaking and begging, until her fingers are in my hair and my name is the only word she remembers.
“Nick…” Her voice is husky with sleep, surprised, already needy. Her hand finds my hair, pulling me closer.
I slide two fingers inside her, curling them against that spot that makes her gasp, and seal my mouth over her clit, sucking gently. She’s so responsive, clenching around my fingers, hips rolling up to meet my tongue like her body was made just for me.
She’s perfect. The way she takes everything I give her, my darkness, my violence, my obsession, and still looks at me like I’m the safest place in the world.
The way her body opens for me, wet and eager even when she’s half-asleep.
The way she killed for herself and then let me kill for her without a single hesitation.
I want to spend the next fifty years waking her up like this, tasting her, filling her, reminding her every single day that she belongs to me and I belong to her.
I devour her like a starving man. Long, hungry licks. Tight circles on her swollen clit. Fingers pumping steadily, curling, scissoring. Her thighs tremble around my ears. Her breathing turns into soft, broken moans that go straight to my cock.
She shatters with a cry, back arching off the bed, thighs clamping around my head as she pulses around my fingers. I don’t stop licking her through every wave, drinking down every drop of her release like it’s the only sustenance I need. She tastes even sweeter when she comes. Richer. Mine.
When the tremors finally ease, I kiss her inner thighs, her mound, the soft skin just above her clit, then crawl up her body. She pulls me down immediately, kissing me deep, tasting herself on my tongue with a needy little sound that makes me throb against her stomach.
Her blue eyes flutter open in the dark, hazy and full of love and lust. My cock nudges at her entrance, already slick and ready for more.
“I’m going to marry you in two weeks,” I tell her, voice rough. “And then I’m going to spend every night of the rest of my life between these thighs, tasting you, fucking you, worshipping you until you can’t remember a time when you weren’t mine.”
She smiles, sleepy and radiant, and wraps her legs around my waist.
“Good,” she breathes.
I push inside her slowly, savoring the tight, wet heat that welcomes me home, and lose myself in the only woman in the world who was ever strong enough to survive my world.
“I’ll fill you up over and over again,” I grunt as I bottom out in her, her walls tight from the orgasm she just had. “Empty myself in you every chance I get.”
She lifts her hips with a moan, and I bend to take her nipple in my mouth. I suck hard enough to make her arch of the bed.
I release her nipple and growl, “Mine,” against her mouth, rolling my hips in a deep, deliberate grind. “This pussy is mine. Say it.”
“Yours,” she gasps, her fingers digging into my shoulders. Her legs lock tighter around my waist, heels digging into my ass as she tilts her hips up to take every inch. “All yours, Nick. Only yours. No one else will ever touch me again.”
The words flare like gasoline on fire. I pull back and slam into her harder, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the dark room. “That’s right. You’re going to be my wife. My Bratva queen. Every man in this city will know you belong to the Pakhan.”
She moans, loud and filthy, her inner muscles clenching around me like a vice.
“Yes… God, yes. I want them to know. I want them to be terrified of what you’ll do to protect what’s yours.
” Her voice drops, raw and needy. “Fuck me like you own me, Nick. Claim me. Fill me up so deep I feel you for days.”
I lose control. I drive into her with punishing strokes, the bed creaking under us, her tits bouncing with every brutal thrust. “This cunt was made for my cock. So fucking wet for me even when you’re half asleep. You’re dripping down my balls, Sadie. You love being claimed like this, don’t you?”
“I do,” she pants, meeting every thrust, nails raking down my back hard enough to draw blood. “I love being your dirty little secret. Your perfect wife who spreads her legs for you in the middle of the night. Harder, Nick. Ruin me. Make me yours forever.”
“Fuck, Sadie—” I grip her thigh, spreading her wider, pounding into her so deep I swear I can feel the head of my cock bumping against her cervix.
“You’re going to take every drop when I fill you.
I’m going pump you so full of my cum it leaks out for hours.
You’re never getting rid of me. This body, this heart, this soul is mine. Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours!” she cries, voice breaking. “Your everything. Come inside me, Nick. Mark me so deep no one will ever question who I belong to.”
The dirty words, the raw possession in her voice, the way she’s clenching and fluttering around me, it snaps the last thread of my restraint.
Pleasure coils at the base of my spine, white-hot and vicious.
I’ve come inside her before, but this is different.
This is feral. Primal. Like my body knows exactly what she is: my future, my weakness, my greatest strength.
I fuck her like a man possessed, hips snapping with savage force. “Take it. Take all of it. Fuck!”
The orgasm crashes through me harder than I’ve ever felt in my life.
A guttural, broken roar tears from my throat as I slam deep and hold, cock pulsing violently.
Thick ropes of cum flood her, pulse after pulse, more than I thought my body could give.
It feels endless. Hot, heavy spurts that fill her until I can feel it leaking out around my shaft with every twitch.
My vision whites out. My balls draw up tight, every muscle in my body locked and shaking as I empty myself completely inside her.
“Nick—” she whimpers, trembling beneath me, her own smaller orgasm milking me through the aftershocks. “So much… so much cum…”
I grind against her through the last devastating waves, pressing every drop as deep as it will go, claiming her in the most primitive way possible.
When it finally ebbs, I collapse beside her, sweat-slick and breathing like I just ran through hell and back.
My cock is still twitching with residual spasms, our combined release dripping onto the sheets.
I kiss her slow and deep, tasting the salt of sweat and the sweetness that is purely Sadie.
Tomorrow the captains will talk. The family will shift. But tonight, right now, she is mine, marked, claimed, and perfect in every way.