Page 164 of King of Regret
The delicate tattoo on the place where her thigh meets her pussy greets me with my name. She wanted that as a wedding present for me. Once we returned from our honeymoon, I tattooed my name on her and her initial on my ring finger.
She traces her palm over my hard abdomen. This woman makes me feel powerful like a titan, strong as a cliff, seductive like the ocean.
“So unfair…” she sighs. “You’re freaking perfect.”
“You’re carrying my child. You’re the perfect one. The sexiest, most desirable woman for me is you. Always were, always will be,” I assure her.
She’s become even more beautiful to me since she got pregnant, which baffles me, but I don’t question it.
“Nothing compares to what we have, what you’ve gifted me, baby girl. You’ve filled my life with meaning, my heart with love,my days with purpose, my nights with passion. My only regret is there’s only so many variations of I love you.”
Her mouth curves up in the sweetest smile possible, and she cups my cheek. I lean into her, wishing I could never forget how her warm, soothing touch feels.
“I love you is more than enough, baby. It carries pieces of your heart you gift me daily.”
The End
