into the middle, kneeling so he could see all of her.
"I cannot believe I convinced you to marry me," he breathed, managing to get the vest off.
Next came his shirt, but he kicked off his shoes while he hurried to get through all the buttons. Fuck the cufflinks. They'd be on the floor somewhere, and he didn't care at all. When Zara reached down to slide a finger between her folds, he stopped caring about taking care of his clothes. He just wanted them off. His belt came open, the button and zipper next, then he shoved everything down, dealing with socks, underwear, and pants all at once. Whoever designed formal clothes was clearly celibate.
Then Jason crawled onto the bed, hooked an arm behind his wife's back, and tossed her back onto the mattress. She giggled, clearly enjoying his discomfort, but he knew exactly how to pay her back. Grabbing one leg, he lifted that over his shoulder and then leaned in to lick the seam of her pussy. She gasped, but he'd parted her folds enough to get to her clit when he did it again.
This time, she moaned. Jason pressed a hand to her belly, holding her down, and had his way with his woman. Each time his tongue hit that knot of nerves, she bucked, making it clear she liked that. He liked the silky-smooth feel of her skin against his face, so he did it again, and then he sucked.
Her back arched, so he reached down to push two fingers inside her. Zara's body was so warm, and she was already dripping wet. God, she wanted him so bad, and he loved it. This was his woman, and he was going to make sure she never wanted anything else.
While his hand pumped into her, his mouth worked her until she was panting and writhing. Only his palm on her belly kept her close to where he wanted, but that wasn't his real goal. He wanted to hear her. He needed to tease her just a little more, flick his tongue just right and -
Her body convulsed and she cried out, coming so hard. He pumped his hand into her again, feeling her walls clenching his fingers, and he intended to make it last as long as possible. Then she sighed and relaxed into the bed.
"You," Jason said as he moved higher up her body, "are mine, Zara Raige."
Her new name made her smile even as she reached for his neck. "Yes I am."
He paused long enough to wipe a hand over his mouth, and then he leaned in to kiss her, sliding his achingly hard dick down her body to her entrance at the same time. He needed to be inside her, right fucking now. His wife. His baby! Something primal reared up in the back of his mind, and he thrust.
She pulled her mouth away to scream in pleasure, so he kissed her neck, withdrawing slowly. She was tight, still sensitive, and yet not pushing him away. Jason eased himself back in, giving her time to accept him, and Zara hooked a leg around his ass. Then she pulled.
Oh, if that was how his woman wanted it, he was more than happy to obey. Reaching back, he grabbed her thigh and then rocked into her again, nice and hard. Zara all but melted beneath him. Her mouth was open as the pleasure of her body took control. Her eyes were closed, and she looked so beautiful, so he did it again.
Every move he made, she matched, taking him deeper, driving him higher. She was wanton and wild in his bed, so sure of what she needed, and he would give it to her. Now, forever, it didn't matter. She was definitely his, but he was also hers. So much hers. Her smallest wish was now his purpose in life, and he was going to make sure that she never regretted saying "I do." He was going to show her that he was now and would always be the only hero she'd ever need.
So he fucked her, kissing her with as much love as he could put into each pass of their mouths. Her nails dug into his back. Her thighs clamped around his hips, and she made no effort to hold back her sounds. He could feel her pussy milking him, and clenched his jaw to hold off, but she was just too amazing.
"You," he grunted, thrusting into her again, "are my fucking wife. Mine.