“Only because you associate the word with the wrong thing. With subservience,” he said. “Allow me to show you what the word wife means to me. Maybe it will change how you feel about it.”
“Doubtful,” she said and flipped her long hair behind her before moving against him.
“Wife,” he whispered, holding her securely to his chest. “The only one I hold in my arms.”
His heart was thudding so hard, she could feel it against her chest.
“Wife, the only one who holds my body, who holds my heart.”
Aggie sucked her lips into her mouth to stop their trembling. He spoke his feelings so seldom that when he did, she could scarcely handle the enormity of his sentiments.
“Wife,” he said and stroked her hair. “She has the only hair I want to caress, the only eyes I want to get lost in, the only lips I want to kiss.”
Aggie lifted her face to look at him, and he smiled softly. He cupped her face in one hand and traced her trembling lips with his thumb. “Wife, whose face is the first I want to see each morning and the last I want to see before I close my eyes at night, so I can meet her in my dreams.”
“Jace,” she whispered, her eyes swimming with tears. He never opened up like this.
“Wife,” he said, taking her hands in his and drawing her knuckles to his lips. “Who possesses the hands that give my body everything it craves. The pain. The pleasure.”
He pressed her down on the bed and leaned over her, trailing kisses along collarbones, her breasts, and her belly. “Wife, owner of the only body I desire.”
He continued down her body and opened her legs gently. “Wife, who conceals a wondrous place between her thighs. The only pussy I’ll ever taste.”
His lips moved against her, rough beard stubble rubbing sensitive skin, soft tongue collecting her cream. She quickly lost herself to the pleasure. “Jace,” she called to him as her desire bloomed.
“Wife,” he said, “the only voice I want to hear call my name in ecstasy.”
He rose above her and used his hand to guide his thick length into her.
“Wife, who accepts me into her body, holds me within, blinds me with pleasure.”
She reached up to pull him into her arms. He joined her on the bed, careful to stay buried within her as he found a comfortable position above her.
He rocked slowly, staring into her eyes as he possessed her most intimately.
“Wife, who I love above all things and will cherish until the day I die. My wife. My one. My only love. My Aggie. My wife.”
She was really loving the word wife at the moment, she couldn’t deny it. As long as she was his wife—his and no other’s—she’d bear the title proudly and with love in her heart.
“That’s what wife means to me, Aggie. So when I call you my wife, know that it isn’t a word that means subservient to me. It’s a word that encompasses every wonderful thing you are to me. Do you understand now?”
She nodded mutely, her throat much too tight to form words. She drew him against her, and he nuzzled her neck as his hips began to move more vigorously to drive himself deep inside her. She knew how long it took him to find release when he was being tender, but she was totally fine with him making love to her slow and gently for as long as he needed to get off. It wasn’t exactly a negative quality of his, though he’d eventually get frustrated as orgasm eluded him.
“Thank you for loving me,” she whispered, one hand clinging to his firm ass that tensed and relaxed with each penetrating thrust. Her other hand touched the soft hair on the back of his head, and she rubbed her cheek against the roughness of his beard stubble, delighting in all the various textures of his body. “Nobody has ever made me feel the way you do, Jace. Tomorrow I will be proud to call you my husband, proud to be your wife.”
He lifted his head and stared down into her eyes. Apparently he was all out of words, but she could see his feelings for her in his brown eyes.
His entire body was drenched in sweat by the time he finally lost himself inside her. He clung to her shoulders, forehead pressed to her collarbone, excited bursts of breath warming the sweat-slick valley between her breasts. She met him, her belly slapping against his as her back arched in bliss and her pussy gripped him tightly in earth-shattering waves of orgasm.
Arms trembling, he collapsed on top of her and gathered her close while he caught his breath.
“Wife,” she heard him whisper between gasps of breath.
She smiled and hugged him tightly, remembering all he said that word encompassed. “Husband,” she answered, her word meaning just as much.
And tomorrow they’d be recognized as wife and husband by the others who were important to them. Would their friends and family be able to tell how much their union meant to him? To her? Somehow, she thought they might.
Chapter Nine
Jace’s heart thudded at the sight of his wife as she sat at a vanity arranging her long black hair into an elegant twist. They hadn’t said their I-dos yet, but in his heart, Aggie was already his wife and everything that sentiment meant to him.
He’d always loved the way she looked in thigh-high boots and leather corsets, but there was something about her being dressed in a luxurious sixteenth-century gown that totally did it for him. Perhaps it was because she was naturally well-endowed on top and her breasts were fighting for room in her tight bodice, settling as beguiling cleavage above the neckline of her forest-green dress. It made him want to bury his face—and his cock—in the sweet crevice between the soft mounds of flesh. He was used to her cinching her waist tight in corsets, but the wide skirt of the gown made her waist look impossibly tiny and her hips even fuller than her luscious tits. He hoped she’d gotten her fill of slow and gentle sex that afternoon, because there was no way he’d be able to restrain himself after having the tantalizing swell of her breasts in sight all evening.