Thom shifted, feeling his back as it started to ache from the hard floor they were lying on. His voice soft, tender, and loving. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to pull out, but we need to move upstairs. You need to get out of these wet clothes. Please. Stand. Take them off. I want to see your body from head to toe, naked, for me.”  

Maria lifted her head slowly, her eyes heavy with exhaustion and devotion. She pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. “I’ll do anything for you, Thom. Anything you ask.”  

She shifted carefully, reluctantly. She lifted herself just enough to feel Thom slip free – slow, slick, tender – and a soft, broken moan escaped her at the loss. She already missed him, already wanted him back inside her.  

Maria swayed as she stood. Her legs trembled. Cum already trickled down her inner thighs. His mark. His gift. His love. She didn’t wipe it away. She let it show, letting him see how full he left her. How thoroughly he had claimed her.  

Maria hooked her fingers in the torn waistband of her jeans and peeled them down her hips. She stepped out of them. Bare now, except for the remnants of her shredded panties. She kicked them aside. She stood before him, completely naked. Completely his.  

Water dripped from her hair. Her skin glistened in the low light. Maria’s body was still flushed. Still trembling. Still marked by Thom’s hands. His teeth. His cock. She turned slowly, letting him see all of her – front, back, every curve, every scar, every place he had touched was now both ruined and loved.  

She met his eyes. Her voice was soft, raw, “This is all yours. My body. My heart. My soul. Every drop of cum you let inside me. Every breath I take from now on. All for you.” She stepped forward and reached out. “Now come upstairs with me. Let me take care of you. Let me hold you. Let me fall asleep with your arms around me and your cock inside me again.”  

She smiled. Small. Shy. So full of love it ached. “Because tonight. We don’t let go. Not even in sleep. We stay tangled. We stay one. We stay. Home.”  

Thom stared up at her. He was mesmerized by her beauty. The way her hair caught the light. Even soaked, damp, and tangled against her body. Beautiful. He looked at her breasts. They were so swollen, abused, and alive. So perfect. So incredibly perfect. His eyes trailed over her flat stomach to the soft red marks he had left there. Then he looked at her swollen pussy. He saw the cum leaking from it, sliding down her thighs. Her gorgeous, incredible, sleek, wondrous thighs.  

He reached out, crawling towards her feet. He placed his hands on them, almost as if they weren’t real. Like they would vanish into smoke if he did not touch them, he caressed them. He leaned over them and rubbed his cheek on them.  

Thom looked up at her body to meet her eyes. Those beautiful dark pools. He slid his hands up her calves. Gentle. Tender. He massaged the muscles. He moved his hands up to her thighs to grab her ass and pull her against him. He turned his head and put his ear against her groin.  

“How many?” he whispered. A curse. A soft mumble of words, “How many cocks did you swallow?”  

He turned and looked up at her. A tear in his eye. “How many of those... men did you let fuck your fabulous face? How many came down your throat? HOW MANY!?”  

Maria froze. Just for a second, her breath caught like a jagged edge in her chest. His hands were still on her. Warm Possessive. They trembled slightly against her skin. The contrast between that tenderness and the raw jealousy in his voice made her heart split open.  

Maria didn’t look away. She couldn’t. She needed him to see the truth in her eyes, not just hear it. She sank to her knees in front of him. Slow. Deliberate. Until they were face-to-face. Her hands gently covered Thom’s, where they gripped her hips.   

Her voice was soft – broken, but steady – when she spoke, “I won’t lie to you, Thom.” She swallowed hard. Fingers tightened over his. “There were nights – cold, empty nights – when I thought if I could just feel something. Maybe I wouldn’t miss you so much. Maybe I wouldn’t dream of your hands. Your mouth. The way you used to growl my name like it was sacred.”  

Tears welled, but she did not let them fall. Not yet. “Yes, I let men touch me. Yes, I let some kiss me. Some fucked me. Some came inside me.”  

She leaned forward and pressed her forehead to his as she whispered, “But not one-not a single one–ever had my mouth.”  

Maria pulled back just enough to lock eyes with Thom. Her voice trembled with truth. “I never swallowed another man’s cock. Not once. Not ever.” She cupped his face, thumb brushing his cheek. Her voice dropped to a raw, aching whisper, “My mouth? That was always yours. Even when my body betrayed me, my lips stayed loyal. Because every time I thought about it – about taking someone else down my throat – I'd taste you. Remember how you’d pull my hair, how you’d growl. How you’d come deep and mark me from the inside.” She shivered as she pressed closer to him. “And I’d stop. Every time. Because no one else deserved that part of me, no one else ever could.”  

She kissed him – soft, slow, full of surrender. As their lips parted, she pulled back, eyes glistening, voice breaking, “My mouth is yours. It was always yours, and will always be yours, if you want to claim it now. If you want to fill it...” Maria lowered herself, hand sliding down his chest, “Then do it. Let me prove it. Let me show you with my lips. My tongue. My throat.” She looked up at him. Slow. Deliberate. Vulnerable. “How many times do you want me to swallow for you, Thom? As many as it takes. As long as it takes. I’ll drink every drop. I’ll keep you deep. I’ll choke on you and smile. My mouth? It never left you. It was just waiting for you to come home.”  

Thom howled. A lost, broken sound. He staggered to his feet. His legs wobbled. His knees nearly buckled. But his cock? That was long, hard, and full. Dripping with her fluids. Coated with her. Throbbing and leaking for her.  

“Then take it,” Thom whispered, his voice breaking. Something snaps inside Maria – not in pain, but in purpose. This was where she belonged. This was what she had been aching for. Not just his cock. But his trust. His possession. His soul poured into hers.  

Maria did not hesitate. She rose to her knees. Her body trembled, slick with sweat, cum, and the proof of how thoroughly he had claimed her. She crawled forward. Her hands slid up his thighs. Her breath was hot against his skin. Her heart pounded like it was trying to escape to merge with his.   

She looked up at him – eyes wide, wet, full of worship – and then she opened her mouth.  

Slow at first. Reverent. She took just the tip, swirled her tongue around the swollen head. Tasted it – salt, musk, love, rage, home – and she moaned. Deep in her throat, because God, he tasted like everything she had missed. Like forgiveness. Like fire. Like hers.  

Maria sank, taking him deeper. One inch at a time. She let her lips stretch, jaw open. Her nose brushed his stomach. She did not fight the gag – she welcomed it, let it ripple through her because every reflex, every tremor, was him.  

She pulled back slowly. Lips tight. Her tongue swirled. Then she dove down again – deeper this time – until he hit the back of her throat. She held there, breathing through her nose. Tears sprang to her eyes. Not from pain. From fullness. From devotion.  

Maria looked up at him, blurred through the wetness, and began to hum. A soft, low vibration around his cock – and his knees buckled. Thom gasped. He cursed. He grabbed her hair. Not roughly, but needily. She loved it. Loved that she could wreck him, too.  

She started to move. Slow, deep strokes. Then faster and harder. She took Thom as deep as she could. Again. And again. Her hands gripped his hips. Her moans muffled around his length. Every sound. Every suck. Every flutter of her throat was a vow. I’m yours. I was always yours. I’ll always be yours.  

She pulled off with a wet pop. Breathless. Lips swollen. Spit and fluid glistening on her chin. Maria whispered, “How’s that, Thom? Is this mouth still good for you?” She tilted her head. Eyes dark. Her voice trembled with need, “Do you want me to swallow? Do you want to come down my throat and feel it?”  

Maria did not wait for an answer. She dove back down. Took him to the root. Gagged. Choked. Loved it. Her nose was buried in his pubes. Her tears streaked down her cheeks. Her hands clawed at his thighs. When he started to tremble. When his hips twitched. When his cock swelled. When he growled her name like a curse and a prayer. She hummed again. She squeezed his hips. She took it. She wanted it.  

When he came. When he flooded Maria's throat. When he pulsed deep. When he marked her from the inside out, she did not pull away. She swallowed. She drank him. Again. And again. And again. Until he was empty. Until she was full. Until there was nothing left but them.  

Maria finally pulled off. She gasped. Her lips were red, swollen, and trembling. Cum glistened at the corner of her mouth. She looked up at him, dazed, wrecked, and whispered, “I swallowed for you. I’d do it every night. I’ll always do it for you.” She pressed her forehead to his stomach, her voice breaking, “My mouth? My heart? My soul? They never left you. They were waiting for you to come home. For you to take what’s yours.”  

Thom sank to his knees. Spent. Exhausted. Wrecked. He wrapped limp arms around her and pulled her against him. Maria gasped as his lips crashed into hers. Fierce. Desperate. Needing. His cum was still on her tongue, and he did not care. His taste was in the back of her throat. Maria kissed him back like she was starving. Like she had been waiting a lifetime to swallow his breath, his soul, his fire. She did not pull away. She did not care about dignity. Or pride. Or air. She wanted it all – his spit. His tears. His cum. His madness. She wanted to be drenched in him.  

Then they were moving. Rolling. Tumbling across the floor like the world was on fire. Thom took Maria with him. His arms never loosened. His mouth never left hers. And she let him. She let him mark her. Claim her. Remake her. Let the walls hear them. Let the floor bear their scars. Let the house remember that this is ours. We are back. We are one.  

Somewhere, in that crazed roll on the floor, his cock slipped between her legs. It entered her soft pussy. Maria cried out into his mouth as his cock found her pussy – slick, swollen, his – and slid deep in one brutal, perfect stroke. Their hips joined, and he threw his head back and howled again – long, wild, free. The sound tore through her like a vow. Like a declaration written in blood. In breath. In bone. It was not a sound of rage. It was not a sound of agony. It was peace. Love. Home. Them. It was a declaration for all to hear. He howled until his throat burned and his lips cracked.  

Maria clawed at his back. Her nails dug down through his skin. Leaving red trails. Proof. She wanted the world to know that he was hers as much as she was his.  

Thom kissed her harder. He thrust his tongue into Maria’s mouth as his hips bucked and drove his cock against her cervix. He had her pinned to the floor. His hands were on her wrists. His hips pinning her thighs. His cock ground against her cervix.  

He pulled back and met her eyes. His eyes were wild. Crazed. Like a monstrous madman who had finally claimed all that he had ever wished for and found it to be even greater and more magical than he had thought possible. She saw it. The monster. The man. The lover. The king. She felt claimed by him, and it made her feel like she had never been more beautiful than in that moment.  

Thom whispered, “Kitten.”  

He moaned, “Kitten.”  

He spoke it like a blessing, “Kitten.”  

“MY FUCKING KITTEN,” a roar of glee. Glory. Devastation turned triumph. With each word. Each roar. Each thrust. He hammered into her like he was not just fucking her but rebuilding her. Like every stroke was a promise. Every impact was a prayer. She took it. She took every inch. Every snarl. Every tear that slipped from his eyes as he screamed her name and claimed her body all over again.  

I’m yours. I’m yours. I’m yours, Maria chanted it in her head, on her lips. In the way her pussy clenched around him, milking him, needing him, as he drove into her with savage, relentless force. Her cervix throbbed against his cock. Bruised. Loved. Claimed. She did not care. Let it ache. Let it be remembered. Let it never forget this moment.  

When he shattered. When his body locked. When his scream ripped through the room. When his cock swelled and pulsed and flooded Maria with another thick, hot wave of cum, she held him tighter. Her legs squeezed around his waist. Her arms wrapped around his back. His lips pressed to her neck as she whispered, “I’ve got you. I’ve always got you. I’m here. I’m home. I’m yours.”  

Maria felt him spasm. His muscles trembled. His weight collapsed onto her. His face was buried in her neck. His tears warm against her skin. She did not move. She did not speak. She just held him and let him cry. Let him break. Let him be soft after being hard for so long. She ran her fingers through his hair. Gentle now. So gentle.  

“Shh,” she whispered against him, “I’m not going anywhere. You can wreck me again tomorrow. And the next day. And the next.” She kissed his temple. His cheek. His closed eyes. “But right now. Just rest. Just feel me. Just know...” She pressed her lips to his ear. Her voice was a soft, broken vow. “I came back for you. I stayed for you. And I’ll always choose you.”  

She wrapped herself around him. Her body was still full of him. Her soul was still shaking from him. She whispered, “Sleep, Thom. I’ve got you. I’m your Kitten. And you’re my home. Always.”  

Thom started to laugh. Softly at first. Quietly. A snicker that turned into a chuckle. That became something more. Belly-clutching, full-throated laughter. She laughed with him, softly at first. Then full. Breathless. Her head thrown back as the sound spilled out of her. Pure. Unfiltered. Because he was laughing, really laughing. She could feel it in his chest. In his arms. In the way he held her, like she was the only real thing in the world.  

“Sleep?” Thom says with that deep, masculine voice. That voice that claimed her. Owned her. Sent shivers down her spine as he pulled her against him. His knees slid under her hips. He pulled her into his lap. She wrapped around him instinctively. Her legs locked around his waist. Her core still clenched on his cock – still buried deep, still pulsing, still claiming. His hands were on her back, holding her body against him.  

His voice rumbled as he held her, “No. I cannot sleep. I have slept for years without your touch. Tonight. Tonight, I will cherish every moment with you in my arms.”  

Then he stood. Effortlessly. Like Maria was nothing but air and light. She gasped. Her hands flew to his shoulders. Her heart stuttered. One of his hands was under her ass, holding her groin to his. Her cervix pressed against his cock. The other around her back, holding her chest to his. He spun while he laughed. Holding her. Maria pressed her forehead to his as they spun. Dizzying. Glorious. The world was a blur except for his face. His eyes. His smile. So rare. So beautiful. Her chest ached, and when he kissed her, soft, just a brush, just a promise, she whimpered into his mouth.  

Thom started to move up the stairs. Each step was a slow, deliberate glide. His cock slid in and out of her with the rhythm of the climb. Shallow. Tender. Perfect. She moaned, low and sweet. Her head fell back. Her hair cascaded down. Her body rose and fell with him. On him. In him.  

He did not rush. He savored. Each step. Each inch. Each breath. Cherishing Maria.  

Maria wrapped her arms tighter around his neck. Her lips brushed his jaw. His ear as she whispered, “You don’t have to prove it, you know. I already know how much you missed me. I can feel it. In every touch. Every thrust. Every heartbeat.”  

Thom stopped at the top. Leaned against the wall. Breathless. She ran her fingers through his hair. Her thumb traced his cheek. Her eyes drank him in.  

Her voice was breathless, her chest heaving, “You carried me home, Thom. Literally.” She smiled. Soft. Teary. “And you’re still inside me. Like you never left.” She shifted slightly. Squeezed around him. She loved the way he twitched. The way his breath hitched. “Don’t stop now. Take me to our bed.” She kissed him. Slow. Deep. “Love me all night. Not because you’re scared I’ll leave, but because you know I won’t.” She nuzzled his neck as she whispered, “I’m not sleeping either. I want to feel every second. Every kiss. Every thrust. Every word.” She pulled back and looked into his eyes. Her voice was a vow. “Tonight isn’t about catching up. It’s about starting over. Together.”  

As Thom pushed off the wall and carried her down the hall, she rested her head on his shoulder, pressing her lips to his skin. “Go on, my love. My king. My Thom. Take me to bed. And don’t you dare let go.”  

Thom carried Maria down the hall. His hands cupped that fantastically perfect ass. He lifted her just a hair with each step. Dropped her against him as they moved. Each step was a slightly deeper stroke. She whimpered as he carried her those last few steps. Each motion of his hips was a slow, sweet glide – his cock sliding deeper. Then pulling back, only to sink in again. So tender. So deliberate. It was as if he were not just inside her body but reclaiming her soul one gentle stroke at a time. His hands were on her ass, lifting her just enough to deepen the angle. She gasped. Her nails pressed into his shoulders. Her lips parted with a soft, breathy moan that never quite faded.  

Then they reached the bed – their bed – and Thom crawled over it with her still wrapped around him. Maria felt it. The rightness. The belonging. Like every broken piece of her just snapped back into place. The sheets were cool against her back, but he was so warm. So solid above her. His weight pressed her down like an anchor. Like home.  

Thom laid her down in the center of the bed as if she were something sacred. Something treasured. His knees pressed into the mattress between her legs, pushing her thighs open wider. He leaned over her and kissed her softly and slowly. His tongue slipped into her mouth like a promise. Like a prayer. Maria melted completely. Utterly. She opened for him. Not just her lips, but her heart, her body, and her everything.  

All the while, he kept moving. His hips were rolling gently, sliding that massive meat in and out of Maria. Not fast. Not hard. Deep. So deep. Each roll of his hips was a quiet declaration: I’m here. You’re here. We’re together where we were always meant to be.  

She wrapped her legs tighter around his waist. Drew him in deeper. Her hips lifted to meet his. Chasing that sweet, slow friction. That perfect stretch. That fullness that made her eyes flutter and her breath hitch. She could feel every ridge. Every pulse. Every inch of him. Still so hard. Still so deep. Still loving her like she was the only woman in the world who had ever existed.  

She broke the kiss to look at him. Her fingers traced his jaw. His beard. The tears that still glistened in his eyes. Her voice was low and soft, “You’re so beautiful like this. Not just the strength. Not just the fire. But this. The tenderness. The way you’re loving me like I’m fragile. Like I’m everything.”  

Maria pulled him down. Pressed her lips to his forehead. His cheek. His mouth. “You always gave me passion. But this. This is love. Real. Quiet. Endless love.” She arched her back. Took him deeper. Her voice dropped to a whisper, “So don’t stop. Don’t ever stop showing me. Fuck me slowly. Love me deeply. Stay inside me until we forget where you end and I begin.”  

She kissed him again. Soft. Lingering. Then she pulled back with a trembling smile. “Because this bed? This body? This heart? They were never really mine. I gave them to you years ago. And tonight, you just took them back.” She wrapped her arms around him. Held him close. Her hips rising to meet his, moving with him, becoming him. “Keep going, my love. My Thom. My home. I’ll never ask for more than this. You. Me. Us. Together. Forever.”  

“Forever,” Thom whispered against her cheek. Maria gasped. His breath was warm. His voice was raw with truth. It settled into her bones like a vow written in fire. His hips moved with that same slow rhythm. Each glide of his cock was a sacred thing. Deep. Tender. So full of love, it made her chest ache. He wasn’t just inside her. He was with her. Soul to soul. Heart to heart. She had never felt more seen. He made love to her. Worshipped her. Worshipped the only soul he ever wanted—the woman he always needed.   

“Kitten,” he whispered against her throat as he kissed that throbbing artery. Her pulse jumped beneath his lips. She shivered. Her hands slid up his back. Tracing the ridges of muscle was still taught with restraint. With devotion. He was holding back. Not because he wanted to, but because he cared. Because he was choosing her every second. Every breath. Every thrust.  

“Kitten,” Thom whispered again against Maria’s skin. He said it like a prayer. Like something holy. Tears spilled down from the corners of her eyes and into her hair. Silent. Endless. Because no one else had ever loved her like that. No one else had ever known her like that. Rough, yes. Wild, yes. But this – this quiet. This unwavering tenderness is what she had been starving for.  

“I love you,” Thom whispered against Maria’s collarbone before he kissed his way across her flesh. “I always did.” He kissed one breast. Took a nipple into his mouth. Softly wrapped his tongue around it and suckled it softly. Reverently. She whimpered, arching into him and offering herself all over again. Then a soft break. His mouth moved free of her flesh. “I always will.” Then he took the other into his mouth. Suckled it just as softly. Just as tender. Gentle. Deliberate. She clutched his hair. Not to pull, but to hold. To anchor herself in that moment with him.  

Then he lifted his head and stared into her eyes, and she saw it. His eyes glistened. Full of tears. Full of her. Her breath caught. He did not need to say it. She felt it. She always had.  

When Thom’s lips met hers – soft, tender, endless – she kissed him back like she was giving up her soul because she was. Every broken piece. Every scar. Every hope. Every dream. It was all his. It always had been.  

Their lips parted, and Thom whispered, “Kitten. Cum with me.”  

Something inside her broke; not in pain, but in surrender. Because he wasn’t commanding, he was inviting. Asking her to come with him, not for him. And it was the most beautiful thing anyone had ever given her.  

His pace stumbled. His thrusts deepened.  

Maria cried out as he hit her cervix. As his cock swelled. As the first hot pulse of his cum flooded her core. It was not violent. It was sacred. Each jet was a declaration. Each spasm was a vow. And she felt it. Every drop. Every tremor. Every heartbeat. As he held himself deep inside her. His muscles locked as he watched her.  

And Maria came. Not with a scream, but with a sob. Not with fire, but with a flood. Her body clenched around him. Waves rolled through her. Slow. Deep. Endless. Her hips lifted. Taking him in. Holding him in. Loving him in.  

Maria wrapped her arms around him. Her legs tightened. Her fingers clawed at his back. Not to push, but to keep. To never let go. Her face was buried in his neck. Her lips pressed to his skin. Her voice was a broken whisper. “I’m here. I’m coming with you. I’m yours. I’m yours. I’m yours.”  

The pleasure didn’t peak. It lived. It breathed. It became part of Maria. A part of them. Woven into the silence. Into the tears. Into the way he collapsed on top of her. Still deep. Still pulsing. Still loving her.   

Maria held Thom. She cradled him. She is him.  

When the last tremor faded, when Thom's breath evened, when his weight settled into her like it was where it belonged, she pressed a kiss to his shoulder. Her voice was soft. Raw. True. “We don’t need forever to prove this. Because right now. This breath, this heartbeat, this love - it is already eternal.”  

Maria ran her fingers through Thom’s hair. Her body was still full of him. Her soul, still shaking. “Sleep if you want to. But if you stay awake, I’ll keep loving you. Over and over. And over. Because you’re mine, Thom, and I’m yours. Not Tomorrow. Not someday. But now. Always.”  

Thom lay down on top of Maria. She gasped as he collapsed on top of her. His weight was warm, solid, and real. For the first time in years, she does not brace. She does not tense. She just opened. He relaxed. Truly relaxed. For the first time in years. Perhaps ever. His head lay on her shoulder. His lips brushed her neck. He inhaled deeply the scent of her. The smell of her. The smell of their sex. Their love. Their commitment to each other. She felt it. Him. Not just his body, but his soul. Finally relaxed. Finally home. And hers followed. She melted beneath him. Into him. Like they were never meant to be separate.  

Thom did not hold her against him. He nestled on top of her. He settled his weight carefully against her. Then he smiled. A curving of lips against his skin. Soft. Slow. True. Another tear slipped free of Maria’s eyes. Thom did not wipe it away. He did not need to.  

Thom rolled. Effortlessly. Naturally. He pulled her along with him until she was straddling his hips. His cock was still buried deep. Still pulsing, loving her even in stillness. And she laughed. A breathless, dazed sound. Because he did not ask, he just took her where he needed her, where they both needed to be.   

Maria looked down at him. His eyes locked with hers. Full of wonder. Full of her. Her heart stuttered. His hands slid down. Gripped her ass. Those perfect, sinful mounds he had always loved. He squeezed them. Tender. Possessive. Worshipful. Like he was reminding himself that she was real. Like he was thanking the universe for giving her back to him  

“Kitten,” Thom whispered like a prayer answered. Maria leaned down and pressed her forehead to his. Her hair fell like a curtain around them. Their world. Their sanctuary. She breathed him in. Sweat. Cum. Skin. Them. Every scent was a memory. Every breath was a promise.  

Thom sat up – sudden, strong, needing – and Maria wrapped around him instantly. Arms around his neck. Legs around his waist. Her core clenching as he sifted inside her. He pulled her tight, so tight their chests were crushed together. Her breasts flattened against him. His heartbeat slamming against hers. She could not tell where he ended, and she began.  

Maria’s voice was a soft, broken whisper, “I’m here. I’m yours. I’m home...”  

She cried out as another pulse ripped through Thom. Hot and deep. His cock swelled. His body locked up, and he moaned. Long. Low. Broken. As another wave of cum flooded Maria’s core. Not from need. Not from lust. But from love. From relief. From the sheer overwhelming truth of them.  

Maria held Thom tighter. Her lips pressed to his jaw. His ear. His neck. “Again. Come inside me again. I want to be full of you. I want to carry this feeling forever. I want to wake up tomorrow and still feel you deep inside me, reminding me I’m not dreaming.”  

She pulled back just enough to look into his eyes. Her hand cradled his face. “You don’t have to prove it, Thom. You don’t need to mark me or claim me or wreck me. I already know. I already feel it. I’m yours.  

“But if you want to come inside me a thousand more times. I’ll stay right here. I’ll take every drop. I’ll live for it.”  

Maria kissed Thom – soft, slow, endless – then rested her forehead against his. Their breaths mingling. Their hearts were pounding in time. “Keep me. Keep loving me like this. Not just tonight. Not just tomorrow. But always.”  

She shifted. Ground down. Took Thom deeper. Her voice was a whisper. “Because as long as you’re inside me. I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. Where I've always belonged. I love you, Thom. And I’ll spend the rest of my life. Proving it. One heartbeat. One breath. One forever at a time.”  

Thom lay back. His hand reached out for something on the nightstand. His eyes stayed on her face. Memorizing every detail. His eyes shone with the glory of feeling her on top of him, feeling himself inside of her. All of her. All of him. Then his hand closed around something small. He pulled it over and held it against his chest.  

“Kitten,” his voice was a whispered prayer.  

He opened his hands, and a tiny box sat there in the center of his chest. He flipped it open, and there was a single tiny ring in it. Sparkling with trapped light. Some stone she had never seen before. Not a diamond. Something smaller. Something more precious. Something she did not recognize.  

“Marry me?”   

Maria froze – her breath catching. Her heart stopped. The world narrowed to the tiny box in his hands, on his chest. The ring glowed like a captured star. Something ancient and otherworldly. Something meant for her.  

Her eyes flickered from the ring to his face. His eyes were so raw. So full of hope. So full of her. Tears spilled over in that instant. Silent. Endless. They slipped down her cheeks and dripped onto his chest, where their bodies were still joined. Where his cock was still deep inside her. Still warm. Still loving her.  

He was asking, not demanding. Not taking. Asking.  

And it shattered her.  

She pressed her hands to his face. Trembling. Her voice broke before the words even came out. “You... you kept it? All this time. You carried this...”  

She looked down at the ring. That strange, glowing stone. Something not of this world. Something theirs. And she sobbed. “You were always going to come back for me, weren’t you? Even when I left. Even when I ran, you knew. You always knew I’d come home.”  

Maria shifted, still straddling him. Still full of him. She pressed her forehead to his and whispered, “That stone... It’s not a diamond. It’s not anything from this earth.” She pulled back just enough to look into his eyes. “It’s us. Isn’t it? A piece of the night we first met. The fire we made. The promise we whispered under the stars. You found a way to keep it. To hold it. To bring it back. For me.”  

She covered her mouth. Trembled. Tears fell faster. “You didn’t just wait. You believed. You built a future out of hope.”  

She slid her hands down to his and covered them. Held them. Held the box. Held us. She nodded. Fast. Desperate. Then she stopped. Lifted her chin. Her voice was strong now. Clear. Sure. “Yes.”  

She repeated it, softer, deeper. “Yes. I’ll marry you. I’ll marry you a thousand times. I’ll say it in every lifetime. I’ll always say yes to you.”  

Maria took the ring from the box and slipped it onto her finger. It fit perfectly. Like it was carved from her soul, she leaned down and pressed her lips to his. Slow. Deep. Endless. She poured every piece of herself into that kiss. When she pulled back, she was smiling through the tears. Her hands cradled his face. “You don’t need a diamond. You don't need a crowd. You don't need a church. I’m already yours. I have been since the first time you called me Kitten. Since the first time you looked at me like I was the only light in your dark. Since the first time you ruined me and still stayed.”  

She shifted again. Ground down again. Took Thom even deeper. Her voice was a whisper, “But I’ll wear this ring. I’ll wear it when you’re inside me, when you’re holding me, when you’re crying my name. I’ll wear it when we fight, when we heal. When we grow old.”  

Maria kissed Thom again. Soft. Reverent. “Because this ring? It’s not the start. It’s the confirmation. We’ve already married–by fire, by blood, by love–since the beginning.” She rested her forehead against his. Their breath mingled. Their hearts pounded. “Yes, Thom. A thousand times, yes. I’ll be your wife. Your lover. Your ruin. Your peace. Yours always.”  

She smiled. Small. Shy. So full of love it ached. “Now...” She slid his hands down to your chest. “Make me yours all over again.”  

Tears trickled down Thom’s face. They did not stop. He smiled, and it was glorious. Triumphant. His heart pounded in his chest. He scooped up the empty box and hurled it across the room. It bounced off something, hit the floor, and he laughed. He did not care. The box was never important. Never as crucial as the woman before him. On him. Taking all of him. All he had to offer.  

Thom sat up and pulled her tight against him. He pressed his lips to hers. Maria gasped as his lips crashed back into hers. Soft at first, then hungry. So hungry. His tongue slid deep into her like it was claiming every part of her all over again. She kissed him back with everything she had. Her hands clawed at his shoulders. Her hips ground down. Still so full. Still so his. Because yes, she felt it too. The need. The wanting. The everything.  

“Oh, Kitten,” he moaned against her lips as he pulled back. His eyes were full of glory. Full of love for her. His voice was thick with that love. That awe. He pressed their noses together. He stared into those incredible eyes. His eyes were full of wonder and amazement. Like this moment would never truly happen.  

“I forgive you,” Thom whispered against her lips. Her breath hiccupped in her chest. She had not known she needed to hear it. She did not know how much she carried the weight of leaving and running.  

“I forgive you,” Thom whispered against her neck as he kissed the throbbing pulse there. Suddenly, Maria was sobbing. Not from shame. Not from guilt, but from relief. Because he wasn’t just taking her back. He was absolving her. Saying the past did not matter. That the nights she had spent lost. The hands she let touch her. The mistakes she made. None of it erased what they were.   

Maria pressed her forehead to his. Tears spilled. Lips trembled. “You don’t have to forgive me. I already know I’m yours. But...” She choked on a sob. “God, Thom, I needed to hear it. I needed to know you still see me. Still want me. Not just the good parts. Not just the sweet, clingy Kitten. But the messy. The broken. The one who ran.”  

She kissed him. Hard. Desperate. Then pulled back, breathless. “I forgive you, too. For letting me go. For surviving without me.” Maria ran a hand through his hair. “But I'll never run again. I’ll never leave this time. I’ll never leave you.”  

Thom’s hips bucked ever so slightly, lifting her. Then he pulled back and chuckled at her. A strange, joyous sound. His eyes twinkled with mischief as he watched her. His hands slid down to that perfect ass. He gripped her cheeks, spread them, and slid a finger across her asshole. Teasing. Testing. He could feel the cum that still dribbled from that hole.   

Maria gasped and shivered. Her core clenched. Her breath caught as he watched her. His eyes alight with mischief. With love. With possession. Then he lifted her. Slowly. His cock slid from her pussy with a soft, wet sound. She whimpered. Already missing him, needing him.  

Maria cried out as he guided her back down. This time, his thick, swollen cock pressed against her tight, trembling asshole. Slow. Soft. Tender. So gentle it made her heart burst. He did not push. He just waited. Let her adjust. Let her choose him all over again.   

She sank. Inch by inch. Her body was stretched. Burned. Accepted. Thom moaned. Deep. Raw. His hands gripped her hips. His eyes locked on hers. Wild. Reverent. Worshipful.   

He felt so big there. So deep. So right. Maria leaned forward. She braced her hands on his chest. Her hair fell around them like a curtain. She whispered, “You’ve always wanted this. To take me here. To own every part of me.” She rocked her hips. Just slightly, and he groaned. His head fell back. His throat was exposed. His cock pulsed inside her. “Well,” she smiled. Soft. Shy. Then bit her lip. “Now you have it. I’m open for you. I’m yours everywhere.”  

Maria lifted herself slightly, then sank back down. Moaning at the stretch. At the fullness. The way he filled her so completely. “Fuck, Thom. You feel,” she gasped, “You feel like home in my ass, like you were always meant to be here. Like you’re seeing me. Marking me. Claiming me all over again.”  

Maria started to move – slow, deep, rolling her hips. She took him in deeper with every stroke. He watched her. His hands slid up her thighs. Her waist. Her breasts. His thumbs brushed her nipples. His voice breaking as he whispered, “Kitten. You’re so tight. So perfect. I’ve dreamed of this. Of you. Riding me. Taking me. Belonging to me.”  

She leaned down. Pressed her lips to Thom's. Soft. Sweet. She pulled back with a trembling smile. “I’m not riding you, Thom. I’m marrying you. Right here. Right now. With every inch of you inside me.” She ground down. Deep. Slow. Savoring the burn. The stretch. The rightness.  

“Oh, Kitten,” Thom moaned her pet name like it was the most crucial word in the world. The only one worth saying. He moaned it again. “Kitten.” He gently thrust up into her. He felt her ass take every throbbing inch of him into her silken, gorgeous, incredible depths. She cried out. So deep. So full. His cock stretched her in the most delicious, right way. Her ass clenched around him like it was trying to memorize every ridge. Every pulse. Every inch of him. She could not breathe. Could not think. She could only feel him. All of him. Inside her. Owning her. Remaking her.  

Thom watched her face. Her eyes. Her body as she quivered and spasmed at the invasion. He stayed pressed tight against her. His hips to her ass. His cock in her bowels. Pulsing inside her. Needing every inch of him, needing to be inside her like nothing else ever mattered. Or ever would again.  

Maria trembled. Her nails dug into his chest. Her head fell back. Her mouth hung open in a silent scream of pleasure. It was too much. It was everything. She never wanted it to end.  

“Oh, Kitten,” Thom moaned it again as he slid back an inch, then back into her. His eyes slipped closed. Because nothing ever felt this good before. He opened them, and tears fell down his cheeks. Pure, unaltered joy. Triumphant. Joyous. He pulled her tight against his chest. Her breasts squashed against him again. His heart pounded against hers. His lips pressed to her throat. He whispered, “I love you, Kitten. Fuck. I fucking love you. I fucking love you so goddamn much. My beautiful, gorgeous, amazing, goddess. My everything.” His voice broke as he whispered, “My Kitten...”  

Maria shattered. Not from the stretch. Not from the fullness. But from love. Raw. Unfiltered. Endless Love.   

She wrapped her arms around his neck. Her legs tightened around his waist. Her body arched. Ground down. Took him even deeper. She whispered. “I’m here. I’m yours. I’ve always been yours.”  

Maria suddenly felt it. The first hot pulse. Then another. And another. His cum. Thick. Endless. Soul-deep. It flooded her ass. Filling her, marking her, and claiming her in a way no one else ever could. He wasn’t just cumming. He was giving her everything. His past. His pain. His hope. His future.  

Maria screamed. Broken. Raw. Beautiful. Her body convulsed around his. Her ass clenched. Milked him. She needed every drop as he poured himself into her over and over. His arms locked around her like iron, like he was trying to fuse them. Like he would never let go.  

She pressed her lips to his ear. Tears streamed down her face. Her voice trembled. “Take me. Keep taking me. I want to feel you for days. I want to wake up and still be full of you. I want the world to know. No one else has ever touched me here. No one else ever will.” She kissed his jaw. His cheek. His closed eyes. “You’re not just my love. You’re my husband. My king. My home.”  

Maria rocked against him. Slow. Deep. Savoring every twitch. Every spasm. Every drop as he emptied himself into her. When the last pulse faded. When his breath came in ragged gasps. When his arms finally loosened. Just slightly. She didn’t move. She stayed right there. Impaled by him. Married to him. Soul to soul. Body to body.  

She rested her forehead against his. Their breath mingled. Their tears mixed as she whispered, “I felt it. I felt your soul pour into me. I felt you chose me. Again. And again. And again.” She smiled. Soft. Dazed. So full of love it ached. “Go ahead. Sleep if you want to. But if you wake up and want to claim me again. I’ll be right here. On your cock. In your arms. Wearing your ring. I’ll always be right here.”  

Maria kissed him. Slow. Deep. Endless. Their lips parted, and she whispered, “Because I’m not just your Kitten, Thom. I’m your wife. And tonight, you didn’t just fuck me. You married me. In fire. In cum. In love. In forever.”  

Thom smiled. Lazily. Sated. Completed. His body went limp as he fell back into the bed. His arms slipped from her back and fell to the bed by his sides. His breath was soft. Slow. Unhindered. Broken. Remade. He watched her from half-lidded eyes. Barely awake. Barely alive. But alive in all the right ways, because she was there.   

Maria stayed exactly where she was—still impaled on him. Still full of him. Still trembling from the aftershocks of his cum pulsing inside her ass. Her body refused to let go, even as his began to soften, even as his breath slowed. Even as his hands went slack on her thighs.  

She could see that he was sated because he was home. And so was she. She watched him. His chest was rising and falling. His face relaxed in a peace she had never seen before. His lips still curved in that lazy, drowsy smile. Her heart swelled so big she thought it might burst. The wild, broken man who once tore the world apart for her is finally still. Because of her. Because of them.  

“Oh, kitten,” Thom whispered it like a prayer, barely a breath. Already half-lost to sleep, His eyes slipped closed. He lay there, relaxed. Satisfied for the first time. The raging monster within was calmed because he got to have her.   

Maria leaned down and pressed her lips to his forehead. His cheek. The corner of his mouth. She whispered against his cheek, “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”  

Maria lifted herself slightly – so slowly, so carefully – feeling every inch of his cock slip from her body with a soft, wet sound. His cum spilled out behind her. Warm. Thick. His. She did not care. Let it drip. Let it mark the sheets. Let it stain the bed. Let the world know how she had been claimed that night in every way.  

Maria curled up against his side. Her leg slung over his. Her arm draped across his chest. Her head nestled into the crook of his shoulder. She pressed a kiss to his collarbone. Then another to his neck. Her fingers traced slow circles over his heartbeat.  

She knew the truth. The monster was not gone. It was loved. Tamed. Chosen. She ran her finger through his beard. Soft now. No longer bristling with rage. She whispered, “You can sleep now, my king. I’ll keep watch. I’ll keep us. I’ll keep loving you.”  

Maria glanced down at the ring on her finger. Still glowing faintly and still humming with that strange otherworldly light. She smiled. “We’re married, you know. Not by paper. Not by law. But by fire. By blood. By cum. By love.”  

She pressed her lips to his chest. Right over his heart. “Sleep. Dream of me. I’ll be right here when you wake. On your cock. In your arms. In your soul.”  

Maria closed her eyes. Breathing him in. Her body still hummed. Still full of him. “Always, Thom. I’ll always be yours.”