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shoulders, she spread her legs making room for him. “My husband.”
    Rogue settled between her legs, his cock pressing at the sweet spot between her thighs. His big body above hers seemed to be a shelter from the rest of the world. “Yes, I’m yours, and you’re mine. That makes what we’re doing different.”
    Kit nodded, a tear coming in her eye. “I feel the same way. This means something.”
    “That’s why they call it consummation, it makes us complete,” he whispered, feathering kisses over her face.
    Kit sighed. “I didn’t know I’d married a romantic.”
    “Get used to it.” Rogue murmured. “I’m going to enjoy being married to you.”
    “Yea, years of fun and wild sex.” She was teasing him, her fingers reaching up to pet his lightly furred chest.
    “Not tonight, Kit-Kat.” Her face immediately fell, but he laughed. “Tonight’s special, we’re going to make love.” Leaning down to nuzzle her cheek, he gave her earlobe a nip, bringing a giggle to her lips.
    As if her joy opened the flood gates of passion, they consumed one another. Kissing. Touching. Breathing one another’s breath. He paid homage to her breasts, worshiped between her thighs, then rose up to join his body with hers.
    Kit closed her eyes in ecstasy, the sweet invasion was always the same, a wonderful fulfilling stretch as she accommodated him. 
    “You’re so tight, feels so good.” Rogue moved over her, flexing his hips, working his cock into her eager channel. “Just relax baby, we’re made for each other. Let me love you.”
    Lifting her hips, she opened herself up to him–wanting everything he had to give. “I want that, yes. Love me, Rogue.” He joined his lips to hers, kissing her sweetly as she relaxed enough to let him slide all the way into her body, possessing her completely.
    Groaning, he shook. “Fuckin’ perfect. You’re mine, Kit. Mine.” Sliding his hand under her thigh, he placed her leg over his shoulder, leaving a trail of kisses along her creamy skin to the inside of her knee. She was vulnerable before him, so delicate and feminine. He traced a pattern on her skin, writing his name, branding her in his own way.
    When his fingers met the plump folds of her vulva, delving between them to find her clit, she shivered in his arms. He rubbed, swirling his finger around the sensitive button. Her body quivered against him. “I only want to belong to you.” She looked up into his vivid green eyes, watching his face as he pushed in deeper, taking pleasure in her body.
    As he began to move in and out, she moved with him, loving the sweet friction. “This is so good, Rogue.”
    “You were made for me.” He played with her clit. “Raise up and look at us.”
    She was so close, but she obeyed, angling up. To her delight, the position seemed to only make it sweeter. When she focused on the spot where they were joined, she was struck by the miracle of it all. “We are beautiful.” Watching him slide in and out, coated with her essence, she was struck by how perfectly he was made. He slid in, disappearing into the small opening in her body, then pulled out–inch by glorious inch. A celebration of their differences–man and woman. “I love making love to you,” she confessed with a hitch in her voice.
    As if her words fueled his desire, he pressed in–harder, deeper–moving in and out faster and faster. She parried his thrusts, flexing her pussy around him. She was showing him how much she craved him. Pleasure mounted as he changed positions, lifting her leg higher, hammering his cock deeper. Her clit throbbed, her pussy grasped at him, her whole body trembled. “Rogue, oh, Rogue…”
    “Yes, baby?” He continued to fill her–retreat and conquer–retreat and conquer. He continued to love her with his body, bringing her nearer and nearer to the paradise of release. Heat flashed through her, Kit’s whole body spasmed with pleasure. She bowed her back, thrusting her breasts up, her arms coming