And then—with one final plunge and a broken groan of her name—he exploded inside her. His whole body trembled as he spilled into her for the first time since they got married, burying himself to the hilt, as if trying to tell her: this is mine, and so are you.
*****
Drake and Chayara arrived at the dealership together.
Drake adjusted his shirt as they stepped out of the car, sunglasses on. They strolled toward the gleaming rows of shiny metal beasts, and Chayara's eyes sparkled with curiosity.
"I have just the car that suits you," Drake said confidently, walking ahead.
Chayara slowed, arching one perfect brow in suspicion. "What do you mean suits me?"
He turned, trying not to smirk. "Grounded," he replied coolly.
"You think I am grounded?" she asked, tilting her head.
"Beginning to actually," Drake answered.
Chayara gave him a sideways glance, lips curving into a sly smirk. She didn't comment on it.
