One Year Later

T he soft grass gives way under my feet as I run between the rows of hedges. It’s still night, with the approaching dawn lending dim blue light to the way ahead.

I hold on to my breasts so they don’t hurt - I should have worn a bra for this, but there wasn’t time to change. My wedding ring is a cold shock on my left nipple through the thin gauze of my dress.

I know the way well, and head for the center of the maze. A bull’s roar sounds behind me, cutting through the silence.

I drop my breasts, trading comfort for speed as I pick up the pace. I can beat him to the center.

One more corner, and another… feet pound behind me, but I have the round opening in the center of the maze in sight.

I’m a few steps short when he catches me.

His hand entwines through my hair, while his arm slings around my waist. I’m thrown to the ground and positioned on my hands and knees while he rips the dress from my body.

I’m wet and ready when he thrusts inside me, one of his fists still entwined through my thick hair.

It’s animal and raw, and I love it, but I love it even more when he turns me over, lifts me up and kisses me. I clutch at his strong shoulders as he carries me to the altar in the middle of the maze, lays me upon it on my back, and thrusts inside me again and again, until I’m crying out in ecstasy, and he’s filled me with his seed.

It’s only when we finish, I hear the crying baby. “You brought a monitor?” I ask quizzically. He’s naked, and now so am I, so I don’t know where he put it.

He reaches under the altar and lifts the baby monitor. Ada is crying through it, having just woken up. “Just in case,” he says.

I roll my eyes. I might be a new mother, but I was also a nurse for years. I’m not giving up these moments with my husband so easily. Taurus, however, is a complete pushover when it comes to the baby.

I take it and turn it off. “The maids can handle it for now, my husband,” I say, and reach for his hard and ready cock. His eyes glaze over. “You’re not done worshipping your wife just yet.”