79. Elhyor
79
Elhyor
I ’m completely spent.
I’m also completely—irrevocably—in love with my wife.
I don’t know if it’s the way she decided all on her own to go down on me or if it’s the force of that last orgasm, but things have never been this clear in my life.
If I wasn’t already married to the hellion, I’d probably go down on one knee and ask her to marry me right in this instant.
Or more exactly when I’d have caught my breath.
I make my way to the compartment where I store changes of clothes—with the size of my shifted form, I’m shredding a lot of clothes—and get a dark red hoodie out of it for Angélique.
I probably could have undressed her the normal way, but there’s something that stirs the beast in me when I see her dressed in my own clothes, so I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to give her more of them.
I think she is starting a collection though, because none of the hoodies I lent her so far came back to me.
I don’t mind, but I’m going to need more of those if she keeps hoarding them like that.
I’m back at my desk and softly I turn her, so she faces me. I thought I was spent? It’s nothing next to the state Angélique is in just now.
I put my pants back without caring for my shirt and my briefs. Then I help her into the dark sweater and then gather her in my arms. She grumbles a bit—saying she can do it alone—but still lets me dress her, and when I slip my arm at her back and under her knees, she wraps her arms around my neck, dropping her head to my chest.
She might be feisty and think she can do everything alone, but she still lets me take care of her.
I cross the center of the church, leaving my office door open, and climb the stairs to our room.
Softly, I deposit her on our bed and then go to the bathroom.
With a washcloth, I clean the mess I made of her gently, and from where she is on the bed, she looks at me with serene and hooded eyes that get my cock to attention again.
I don’t pay attention to it, though. I know I’m not the smallest man and that Angélique needs time to recover and she might look at me like she is all willing for round two, but she’ll probably hate me in the morning if I act on it right now. So instead, I throw the washcloth to the laundry bin and settle myself right behind her with my arm around her waist.
She snuggles against me, and I melt at her back.
This feels like heaven.
I fall asleep knowing I’m going to do anything in my power to make this permanent.