Chapter 248: Wherever You Are
(TYLER)
Sasha and I retire up there quickly, and I decide to take a shower.
Sasha, when I come out, has stripped naked apart from his bandages, which I’m so used to seeing on him these days that I barely even notice them. I concentrate instead on the movement of the muscles in his ass and thighs as he prowls the bedroom.
Sasha has been thinking, based on his bunched-up brows and tight lips.
"Everything okay?" I ask casually, dropping my towel.
He glances up, then does a double take at the sight of my ass as I look over my shoulder at him. Good to know I’m still a distraction for him. i don’t know why, but it makes my heart leap.
There was a time when I worried he might tire of this particular ass, glorious though it is. that he would someday outgrow it and grow disinterested, and that he’d then be on his way to outsource another omega like he used to back in the day. Sasha had quite the reputation in his younger years. He doesn’t have that playboy reputation for nothing—kissing omegas and making them cry, that was Sasha Adonis in his early twenties, running around town, taking tail for a night and then disappearing in the morning.
I thought he would do the same to me, after all, that first night. But during our marriage, even in the rockiest parts of it, our desire for each other has only grown. Developed. Never waned. Our sexual interludes might not occur two or three times a night like in the early days, but they’ve only become more intense.
Every time we make love, we become more connected. More one.