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The Wedding Night
he ceremony was over. The vows had been spoken. And now, in the soft light of their bedroom, Silas looked at his wife—his wife—and felt something primal stir in his chest.
“Mrs. Vance,” he said, testing the words again, watching the way they made her shiver.
“That’s me.” Maya’s smile was soft, but her eyes held something darker. Something hungry. “Are you going to keep saying it, or are you going to do something about it?”
He crossed to her in three strides, one hand cupping the back of her neck, the other settling on her hip where the curve of their growing daughter pressed against his palm. She was five months along now, her body ripe and glowing, more beautiful than she’d ever been.
“I’m going to do a lot of things about it,” he murmured against her lips. “Starting with taking this dress off my wife.”
She’d worn white—not a wedding gown, nothing so formal existed in their world anymore, but a simple white dress she’d found in the camp’s trade goods. It suited her. Pure on the surface, with depths of complexity underneath.
Just like her.
He turned her slowly, brushed her hair aside, and began working the buttons down her spine. Each one revealed another inch of warm skin, and he followed his progress with his lips, kissing each new patch of flesh as it appeared.
“Silas…” Her voice was breathy already, her head falling forward.
“Patience.” He nipped at the nape of her neck, felt her shudder. “We have all night. I intend to take my time.”
The dress fell away, pooling at her feet. Underneath, she wore nothing but simple cotton—practical underwear, the kind that existed in this post-collapse world. It didn’t matter. She could have been wrapped in burlap and he would have wanted her just as desperately.
He turned her back to face him, drinking in the sight. Her breasts had grown fuller with pregnancy, her nipples darker, more sensitive. Her belly curved outward in a gentle swell, the visible proof of their love, their future. Below that, the cotton of her underwear already showed a hint of dampness.
“Beautiful,” he said. “Every inch of you.”
“You’re overdressed.” Her hands went to his shirt, fingers working the buttons with less patience than he’d shown. “I want to feel you.”
He let her strip him—shirt, then undershirt, then pants. When they were both bare, he pulled her against him, skin to skin, her swollen belly pressing against his abdomen.
“I love you,” she whispered. “I love you so much it scares me.”
“Don’t be scared.” He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, the corner of her mouth. “I’ve got you. I’ll always have you.”
“Show me.” Her dark eyes met his, full of trust and desire and challenge. “Show me how much you love me. Make me feel it.”
* * *
He laid her on the bed like she was precious—because she was. The most precious thing he’d ever held, ever touched, ever been trusted with.
But precious didn’t mean fragile. Maya had taught him that. She could take everything he gave her and demand more.
Tonight, he intended to give her everything.
“Safeword?” he asked, settling beside her on the mattress.
“Tomato.” A small smile curved her lips. “But I won’t need it.”
“You might.” He trailed his fingers down her body, circling her breasts without touching her nipples, skating over her belly, brushing past the heat between her thighs. “I have plans for you, wife.”
The word made her breath catch. He filed that away for later use.
“What kind of plans?”
“The kind where you don’t come until I say you can.” He finally touched her nipple, rolling it between his fingers, watching her arch into the contact. “The kind where you beg me. The kind where you remember this night every time you look at that ring on your finger.”
“Yes.” The word came out on a moan. “Please, Silas. Whatever you want.”
“What I want,” he said, lowering his mouth to her other breast, “is to hear you scream my name.”
He worked her body with practiced precision, knowing exactly where to touch, where to lick, where to bite. He’d learned her over months of exploration—every sensitive spot, every trigger that made her gasp or moan or cry out. Tonight, he used all of them.
His mouth traveled down her body, pausing to worship the swell of her belly—their daughter, growing inside her, a miracle he still couldn’t quite believe—before continuing lower. When he reached the apex of her thighs, she was already trembling.
“Please,” she gasped. “I need—”
“I know what you need.” He spread her open with his thumbs, exposing the slick pink flesh, swollen with desire. “And you’ll get it. When I decide you’re ready.”
He lowered his mouth and tasted her.
Maya’s hips bucked off the bed, a sharp cry escaping her lips. He pinned her down with one arm across her hips—gentle, mindful of the baby, but firm enough to control her movements. His tongue worked in slow, deliberate strokes, circling her clit without giving her the direct pressure she craved.
“Silas—God—please, I can’t—”
“You can.” He slid two fingers inside her, curling them to find the spot that made her see stars. “And you will. For me.”
He edged her for what felt like hours. Brought her to the brink again and again, reading her body like a map he’d memorized, pulling back every time she got too close. She was sobbing by the end, her hands fisted in the sheets, her body slick with sweat.
“Please,” she begged. “Please, I’ll do anything, I need to come, please—”
“Anything?” He lifted his head, met her wild eyes.
“Anything. Everything. Just please—”
“Tell me who you belong to.”
“You.” No hesitation. “I belong to you. Only you. Forever.”
“And who do I belong to?”
She paused, surprised by the question. Then, slowly, understanding dawned in her eyes.
“Me,” she whispered. “You belong to me.”
“That’s right.” He kissed her inner thigh, soft and reverent. “We belong to each other. Equal. Complete.” He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock pressing against her slick heat. “Now come for me, wife. Come on my cock while I make love to you.”
He thrust home in one smooth motion.
Maya shattered.
* * *
She came twice more before he let himself follow—once with her on top, riding him while he watched her belly sway, and once on her side, her back pressed to his chest, his hand splayed protectively over their daughter while he moved inside her.
When his own release finally crashed through him, it was with her name on his lips and her heart beating against his palm.
Afterward, they lay tangled together, too exhausted to move, too satisfied to care.
“That was…” Maya trailed off, apparently unable to find adequate words.
“Yeah.” He pressed a kiss to her damp hair. “It was.”
“Is it always going to be like this?” She tilted her head back to look at him, her eyes soft and wondering. “Even after years together? Even after babies and routine and the inevitable monotony of survival?”
“Yes.” He said it with absolute certainty, because he felt it with absolute certainty. “Every time I look at you, I want you. Every time I touch you, I need more. That’s never going to change, Maya. You’re in my blood. You’re part of me. The wanting is permanent.”
“Good.” She snuggled closer, her hand finding his over her belly. “Because the feeling is mutual.”
They fell asleep like that, wrapped in each other, the evidence of their passion drying on their skin. Outside the bunker, the world continued its slow process of healing. But in here, in their underground sanctuary, they had everything they needed.
Love. Trust. Desire that burned as hot as the day it first ignited.
And the promise of forever, sealed in vows and rings and the life growing between them.
Silas held his wife close and smiled into the darkness.
This was what he’d been waiting for his whole life.
He just hadn’t known it until she knocked on his door.
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