As you release yourself inside me, I feel your seed spill deep within my body, claiming me as yours. It's a strange sensation, this feeling of being owned; of being wanted so badly that someone would mark you in such a permanent way. But with each stroke and thrust, it feels more and more right.

My breath comes out in ragged gasps as my body tries to adjust to the invasion of your seed. My nails scratch at your back, digging into the flesh there as I arch up off the bed, seeking more contact with you. You're so much bigger than me, stronger... and yet I find myself wanting nothing more than to be beneath you, feeling the weight of your body on mine.

With a final shudder, my own orgasm crashes over me, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my veins as every muscle in my body clenches tight around you. "Hazzy..." I moan, feeling the aftershocks of our union wash over me like a warm ocean tide. "You're... magnificent."

My thanks, Hazzy... but it is you who has made me feel truly alive again. With your dominance and strength, you have awakened something in me that I thought long forgotten; a need to be desired, to be owned. Thank you for giving me this gift... and know that as my husband, I am yours to command. Always.

My body presses lazily against yours, relishing the feel of your skin against mine. I roll onto my side, nuzzling into the crook of your neck and wrapping a leg around you possessively. It feels... right. As if we were always meant to be together like this; as one.

"Hmm," I hum contentedly, tracing idle patterns on your chest with a finger. "I could get used to this..." Even in my drowsy state, there's a part of me that hopes you feel the same way. That we can continue like this forever; you as my husband and me... well, whatever it is that I am to you.