Epilogue

One month later…

I pacethe kitchen waiting for King to get back home. The past month has been more than I could have dreamed of. King didn't lie when he told me he wasn't holding back anymore. I got every part of him, from slow lovemaking to ripping my dress off and fucking me against the nearest wall whenever he wanted, which was often.

I've found out that I still like to poke at him, though. Twice more this month he stalked me down to the warehouse floor to fling me over his shoulder and carry me back up to his office. People have gotten used to it. They've also learned to look the other way, otherwise King will let out a string of curses. King's punishments have been delicious, though I'd never tell him that. I have a feeling he already knows.

He's getting more creative and even poking back at me. Often times when we're in public he slides his hand under my skirt, taking me to the edge and then leaving me hanging. By the time we get home I'm wrapped around him so tight neither one of us will come up for air for hours.

When I hear the house alarm engage I rush over to the stove and stir the sauce for the spaghetti I'm making. It's too early for dinner, but I had to do something to keep busy or I was going to wear a hole in the kitchen floor. A few moments later King comes up from behind and he wraps his arms around me. My body melts into him like always as he trails kisses down my neck. I breathe in his earthy smell that has a trace of motor oil to it today.

"You get the truck working?" I ask, leaning back so he can kiss my neck more. It's my weak spot and he knows it.

He gives it a little bite. "Yeah. Got it back on the road. Delivery will still be on time. No worries." He begins to suck and I know he's freshening the little mark he left on me last night. I set the spoon down and turn in his arms to rub his chest. I smile when I see a smear of grease on the side of his face. "You're dirty."

"Then my wife will have to clean me up." He leans in, kissing me deeply. I moan into his mouth. "Turn the stove off."

I turn my body a little and flip if off. King has me in his arms a moment later and we're moving through the house towards our bathroom.

I kiss and bite at his neck as he moves down the hallway. I don't want to lose what we have. The past month has been more than I could have ever imagined. I thought I was close to King before, but it's nothing like we are now. I know everything about him. He hides nothing, not even the dark desires he has for me.

Desires he admitted he'd never had before me, ones I brought out of him, and at first it scared him. That's why he'd been holding back. He didn't want to scare me, because losing me was something he could never bear. My heart melted at that. He's spent the last month showing me every piece of him while I've been showing him I'm never going anywhere. Ever.

I'm worried to tell him the news I found out this morning. Normally if he got a call to go into work on a Saturday I'd go with him. Today I faked being sleepy. What I really wanted to do was take the pregnancy test I had hidden under the sink. I wanted to be sure before I gave him the news.

I knew he would be excited about the pregnancy. It wasn't that. He wants a big family and so do I. Plus, with the way my King likes to mark my body and show everyone I belong to him, I'm guessing a big baby belly and a kid hanging from one of my legs is on his list of ways to mark me as claimed. I was worried that he'd go back to only sweet, soft King. I couldn't bear having only a part of who he really is after having had all of him. It would break my heart.

King sits me down on the bathroom sink and pulls off my tiny pink dress. It's one I'm only allowed to wear in the house. He tosses it to the floor and I run my hands up under his shirt, dragging my fingers along his chest hair. His body stiffens under my touch.

I look up at him. His eyes aren't on me as his breath picks up.

"King?" I ask, wondering what's wrong. His deep blue eyes come back to mine. His mouth parts, but no words come out. He shuts his eyes for a moment as if he's pained.

"Honey? Tell me what's wrong." I rub my hands up and down his body, hating that he still has his shirt on. I want to be able to comfort him better, and my touch does that for him.

"Did I ever tell you that you're my whole world? You mean everything to me," he says, opening his eyes. His words are deep and filled with emotion. I smile at him.

"Every day," I say instantly. Because he does. My husband is always giving me sweet words. He might look like a gruff caveman at times, but he isn't shy about telling me how much he loves and needs me.

"I'll never be able to give you what you give me. I don't know what I did in life to get something as precious and giving as you."

"King." My eyes start to water. "I could never want more than what I have with you. You're precious to me, too."

"Not like you." His hand comes to my stomach and my heart skips a beat. He knows. He must have seen the test. Crap. I left it on the shelf in here after I took it, planning to tell him right when he got home today. "Every day you're giving me something else. Filling something in me I didn't know was empty."

I lean in and kiss the place over his heart, knowing he's talking about his family. While growing up, he thought his family was normal, but they were cold and distant. Everything was about work and nothing more. No one spoke of feelings or showed them. I ripped that to shreds for him when he pulled me into his life and claimed me. I claimed him right back.

"It's not just you, King," I remind him. "I didn"t know what passion was before you. Didn"t know what was underneath my shyness. You brought me out. Woke me up. Gave me more than I could have ever dreamed of. You made a queen out of me."

He drops his forehead down to mine.

"Say it, Mina. I want to hear it."

"I love you, King, and I'm going to have your baby."

I barely finish the words and his mouth is on mine. He takes control of my body, lifting me from the counter. Lost in his deep kiss, I don"t realize he's moved us into the shower until warm water start to rain over me.

My eyes flutter open as he pins me to the shower wall. He's still fully dressed as he licks and sucks at my neck. I gasp when he pushes his cock into me in one full thrust. I didn"t even feel him free himself.

"This is going to be rough and fast. I need you," he growls against my skin as he pounds into me with rough dominance.

"King." I dig my nails into him as he owns my body and takes what he wants.

"You better get used to being pregnant," he grunts. My pussy clamps down at his words.

"I want as many as you'll give me," I tell him. "Oh god," I moan, and his body stills. I groan, needing him to move. I'm so close to cumming.

"What did I say about that shit? Only my name."

"King, please. I'm sorry," I tell him, trying to move on his cock.

"Oh, you'll be sorry by the time I'm done with you," he grunts as he starts to pound into me again.

The only thing that I was sorry for was that the water turned cold in the shower before he was finished with me. I'm not sure my legs will be able to work tomorrow, but I know my King isn't holding back ever again.