I wasn't supposed to be.
Iwashis queen.
Maybe it made sense that those thoughts were what made me come.
As I cried out, my lips tore away from his, and his mouth drifted down the length of my jaw, bringing sensitive nerve endings to life, before he sucked on my earlobe. And as he impaled me on his cock, over and over, chasing his own release, in my ear, he whispered, "Mine, mine, mine."
And I was that.
In all the ways under the sun.
Strong enough to stand up to him. To stand up for him.
Strong enough to melt under his intensity.
Strong enough to endure.
Strong enough to fight, to be at his side with no doubts between us.
I was his equal and, I knew, this moment was the first time he registered that.
So maybe I needed to thank our kidnappers for showing him a hard truth so early on in our marriage...
As he pumped his seed into me, I almost hoped we'd made a kid together even though I knew it wasn't possible. It just felt fitting.
But... no.
We weren't ready for that yet.
The world wasn't ready for that yet.
Because New York wasn't ready for Savannah O'Donnelly to be a mother, and the East Coast sure as fuck wasn't prepared for Aidan to be a dad.
I sighed at the thought and tugged at his grip on my arms. Not to dislodge them, but to shift them. I twisted us over, well aware that he let me, and I settled on him, clinging to him as much as I blanketed him.
Tucking my face into his throat, I nuzzled into him. "I love you."
He kissed my temple. "And I fucking love you, little one."
I released a breath at that and settled deeper into him.
We were safe, and we were together.
We might not always be the former, but we would always be the latter...