She agreed, finally and without fight, through he would not deny her the right to fight him. It was still nice to hear her say it, the words running through his body like heat in his veins. He nuzzled against her head which she brought up towards him, and he tucked his head under her chin, holding her close. He nipped gently under her jaw line, the occasional, possessive growl she must have come to know so well would slip free.
She said the words, the beautiful words that she had been the first to speak, when he had still been learning what she meant to him. “I love you also, WIfe” he said, a strong hint of satisfaction in the words as he uttered them. She would always be his, and he would protect her with every last breath in his body.
She did not try to wriggle free of him, and he tightened his grip on her again, remaining gentle as he claimed her as his own, taking his time, and learning about her as he did so. He might be a possessive bastard, but her love for her was real.
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