Until the End of Time by Nikki Winter

once.”
    Nyssa made a face. “And you didn’t use it ?! ”
    “Don’t make me mental right now!” he bellowed. “Not
when I’m enjoying the distinct feeling of pride!”
    “But—whoa!” She punched one of his thighs after
finding herself flipped around and turned over his literal knee. “Dammit,
Sunny!”
    “You asked for the mighty blow of my godlike hand,
now you shall receive it!”
    And once again, he ruined it.
     
    ***
     
    “Beg me,” Sansone demanded against her mouth.
    Nyssa rose above the hardness between her thighs, the
gentle wave of sudsy water rocking her into his torso as steam made a slow
climb towards the ceiling around them. A bath had been a necessity after their
late night adventures of sea frolicking, but this served more than just that
purpose. The reasoning naturally centered on their reluctance to disturb the
closeness they’d gained in the hub of activities they’d occupied themselves
with. Nyssa had admittedly thought her dear, sweet,
narcissistic husband was being ridiculous upon his proclamation that they
needed to find their footing in intimacy again. And now…well now she’d come to
the same conclusion he had—they’d lost them over the course of the last year.
    There had been so much concern and worry about pregnancy
that their foundation had been thoroughly shaken. What would it matter to have
a baby if they couldn’t even communicate anymore? If they couldn’t take the
time to mend what had been fractured under a host of vulnerabilities? The
entirety of their desire to start a family rested on the love they shared, the
closeness. Somewhere along the way, she’d forgotten that. She had taken them for granted. There had
been a disconnect and Nyssa had treated her spouse
like a donor as opposed to her partner.
    So if nothing else, she owed him a bit of groveling.
It didn’t have to be overdone or trite. Just enough to make him spread his
feathers and strut about.   Because
he’d done such an excellent job of showing her the error of her ways. And
despite what she’d shown him unintentionally, her fulfillment did lay within in his.
    Her fingers filtered through the locks at his nape,
curling around the normally shorter strands. She tugged and popped her hips
atop his just enough to make him draw in a sharp breath. The contact of his
flesh, the warm rise and fall of his chest as he exhaled, caused Nyssa to stare
at him dazedly. She hadn’t realized how much she missed this, these moments;
the anticipation of having the wolf hover just outside of her door before he
came bursting in. That was sex with Sansone in a
nutshell. His touch was sin personified and she could never bring herself to
repent. Not when just the hypnotizing latch of his gaze was enough to send
cream rushing to the seat of her panties. It wasn’t his eyes alone, but the
possibilities they never ceased to hold when he cast them her way. It was
addictive.
    She rolled her hips and rode his length, allowing it
to glide through the lips of her pussy. His hands grasped either side of the
tub in a white knuckled grip and his lips parted. Undulating now, her nipples
having turned into precious stones, she placed her palms against the width of
his shoulders and leaned forward.
    Nyssa skimmed the tip of her nose over his and
murmured, “Please fuck me, Sansone .”
    His knees bent behind her, cradling her where she set
astride him. “I’d like to hear that again, wife.”
    She scraped her nails down his chest, flicking a
nipple and pulling. “ Please fuck me, Sansone ,” she repeated.
    A splash sounded as he dropped his hands into the
water and clasped down on her buttocks, yanking her tightly against him. He dug
his fingertips lightly into either half and pulled her up. A quick lurch and
his cockhead was splitting the center of her sex at a pace that was entirely
too slow for her liking. It was the fullness of him that she needed. An ache
had built with every passing day, the core of her desiring to be