Every muscle in my body wanted to squeeze him, milk him, take him so fucking deep we lost ourselves in that wet, fiery, animal pleasure.
I was panting by the time I came out of it, sucking in desperate breaths. I'd need the oxygen, too, because he wasn't done.
Not even close.
Growling louder, he pushed me against the wall. Joker's hips moved, fucking me faster and harder than before.
Everything synchronized. Our thrusts, our pulses, even the sound of our ragged breath. We hadn't bothered to turn on the fan since we stepped inside, and it was shaping up to be a hot summer night.
Sweat poured off him in rivulets. My pores oozed more down my back. Our fluids mixed inside and out. I was a dripping mess with tangled hair, a far cry from the blushing bride I'd been just a few hours earlier, and damn if I cared.
Nothing else mattered except feeling him erupt this time, flooding me to the hilt.
“Come, you bastard,” I said, arching my back, slamming my ass back against his body. “Come inside me, please!”
Yes, I even begged. Shamelessly.
This wasn't just some stranger, or even a rough bastard who'd swept my heart away. This was my husband, the man I'd sworn the rest of my life to.
I'd become his everything, and he'd become mine.
His wife. His mate. His *. His whore.
His.
Irrevocably. Completely. Until the end of time.
“Fuck,” Joker growled, thrusting harder still. “Here it comes, woman – here it fuckin' comes! Take it.”
And I did.
He pinned me against the wall, sucking the soft spot between my neck and my shoulder. His cock stabbed into me, swelled, and exploded.
Hot, thick ropes of sperm swept into me. Our bodies jerked and thrashed, coming together, so intense it was blinding.
My * sucked greedily at his cock, taking it deep, absorbing everything he'd given.
Every muscle in his body twitched against my skin. He tightened, turned to stone, pouring himself into me, forcing my spasms to mimic his.
We came together in every sense of the word.
We came breathless. Beautiful.
When the storm in my body relented, I flattened my hands against the wall, purring as he kissed me tenderly across the spot he'd bit. I'd probably have a hickey on steroids there tomorrow, but I actually liked it.
My head turned. We kissed again, softer than before. Joker swept in so close his eye lashes brushed against mine, connecting foreheads.
“I love you,” I whispered, feeling him slip out of me. My legs automatically pushed together, the better to hold his seed in me. “God, Jackson, I really do. I never thought I could love anyone this much.”
“Bullshit,” he said, taking my chin in his fingers. Gently, he tilted my face. “Look at me, babe.”
I did. Our eyes caught the new moonlight coming in from the windows. He held my gaze while he stepped away, pulling the two robes hanging next to us off their hooks.
“You knew, all those years ago. We both did. I knew there was a helluva lot more than just another fuck the second I put my lips on yours the first time, underneath those stars. Remember?”
I smiled. Of course I did.
I surrendered, let him take me back to what felt like a million years ago after everything we'd been through.
But I remembered it like yesterday. Very slowly, I nodded.
He wasn't wrong.
The way my heart beat for him – that hadn't changed. God help me, I loved him, through all the hate, the sadness, the agony, and the loneliness.
Knowing he'd come back someday was all I had to hang on to during the early years with Alex. I'd just known, in some crazy sixth sense I couldn't describe.
I'd known in the bad times, too. I'd kept the faith we'd wind up here when Hatch was threatening to kill me with my son, when all I'd wanted was for him to keep breathing, busted up in that bed, after he'd destroyed the men threatening us.
“You're right,” I said, turning so he could tuck the purple robe in over my arms.
“Fuck yeah, babe, always am.” He grinned, throwing on his own robe. It matched, except it was bigger, and completely black.
He took my hand, and we walked out onto that deck, eyeing the sunset as Bingo snoozed at the bottom of the gated steps below. The big dog looked up, barked once, and happily wagged his tail.
I laughed. Joker took my hand, raised it to his mouth, kissing me again.
His mouth moved slowly. Tenderly. I almost thought I'd stepped back in time and married a country gentleman, rather than an outlaw biker.
“You're so sweet today,” I said, cocking my head. “What's gotten into you?”
He lowered my hand, turned it, and thumbed that heavy ring on my finger. He wasn't kidding about the diamond – the one he'd gotten was huge.