“R...Ram...,” she whines helplessly until I begin drumming her clit and then she buries her face in the sheets, silencing and obediently lifting her hips and love for her pours out of me. I want her drenched in it. Coated. She’s going to wear me the way she wears her gold. Grabbing her wrists and holding them behind her back, I relish in the surprised sounds she makes.
She’s never had me this deep but I need this before I break. It makes her body shudder and I’m sick, sick for launching myself this way at my female while she’s in a sensitive condition but everything about her drives me crazy. The fertility, the expression in her eyes that lets me know she’s bonded deeply to me...the tits that soon will be filled with milk and I groan because I can hardly wait.
Whatever I touch, I have my hands full. Her curves are everywhere, in my mouth, in my palms and I can’t get enough of her. Her skin shimmers from her perspiration, her pussy yanking at my cock for me to give her more and I fill with dedication for my greedy girl.
“That’s it,” I growl, “pull me inside that ample body and just fucking let me get high on you.”
Panting, she nods and the harder I go, the more she screams in ecstasy, the sounds echoing around the room, bringing us closer and it makes me ecstatic. Freya reacts the same, propelling with her hips while holding onto me as if she’ll die if we ever separate.
“I need you,” she whimpers, “need you so much, to protect, to provide...” Something flashes in her eyes and as if worried that I’ll ever walk out on her, she starts whining, “I’ll do anything you ask for me. You can have it all.”
She’s making me feel like a true king and I growl, rolling over and pulling her on top of me. We both cry out from how hot and swollen she’s getting. She needs to understand that all I need is for us to keep doing this. We’re not meant to be apart, we’re meant to be joined. All the fucking time. Twenty-four seven.
“I’ll never leave you alone, Freya,” I growl, possessively cupping her neck. “You think child birth will save you from me? Fuck no, you’ll be taking me an hour after pushing my kid out.”
She nods frantically, agreeing to everything I say and her palms go to my chest, her movements turning rhythmic and frantic. We throb and rock, her moans growing shocked. “Anything for you, Ram,” she gasps. “Anything for you.”
Our lips bruise, our lovemaking becoming close to unbearable and we come together, plunging and screaming and tearing at each other until the bed ends up looking like a crime scene. Freya falls down on top of me and I inhale the scent of her hair, a tear sliding down the corner of my eye and I don’t think I’ve ever been happier.
“By the way,” she whispers into my ear and my heart begins beating from how silky soft her voice is. “I love you too. You have no idea how much I ached for you when we couldn’t be together.”
“How much?”
“Every night. Tossed and turned every single night that we were apart.”
“Did you imagine I was there with you?”
“All the time.”
“We’ll never be apart again.” I clutch her to me and she lets out a content sigh. “It’s you and me for always.” I kiss her temple. “I love you, little Freya.”
She’s the closest a person has ever gotten to my heart. The firstandthe last.
EPILOGUE
Rammstein-One year later
Coming home is the best part of my day and it doesn’t matter how many times I walk through that door, Freya always looks at me as if it’s her first time seeing me. A grin crosses my face as I hear her cooing with our daughter out in the living room.
“Daddy’s going to be home soon,” she purrs, “ready to spoil his favorite girl.”
I like spoiling both my favorite girls and Freya looks up when she hears me coming. Her eyes flash and like this, happy and relaxed is when she’s the most beautiful.
A laugh crosses her mouth when I hand our daughter the stuffed toy I bought for her and Freya shakes her head. “I knew you’d do that. She’s gonna be trouble when she grows up.” She hands me the kid and I cradle her in my arms, frowning.
“What makes you say that?”
Freya’s eyes shimmer. “Please...are you kidding me? No man’s going to be good enough for her if you keep treating her like a princess.”
Sounds good to me. Lowering my face, I nuzzle the soft head and inhale the scent but I shouldn’t have done that because it makes Freya teary eyed in an instant. “I’m sorry,” she snivels, “I’m just so happy, watching you two...this is bliss, Ram.
“Give me a kiss,” I say and she dries her tears before pressing her trembling mouth against mine. “I got something for you that’ll stop your crying.”
“I don’t need anything. I have all I want right here...” She trails off, the moment I take out the bracelet from my pocket and her eyes turn interested, her cheeks tinting. Pouting, she asks, “Any particular reason why you got me the gift?”
“Just wanted to see your face light up.” I put the kid in her playpen before turning to Freya. “And I was thinking we could try making a little sibling for Faylin before dinner.” Grabbing Freya, I whirl her around and she lets out a laugh.
“You don’t have to bribe me, you know. You have a very willing wife.”