“Patience, little bee...” I walk us into my room and lie her on the bed gently... reverently, and she rewards me with the most stunningly innocent smile.
There’s no ulterior motive.
She doesn’t want anything from me. Not my title or what comes with being my queen.
Just me.
And whether she realizes it or not, she already owns me.
Bellamy sits up with a sweet laugh as she tucks her legs under herself and lifts to her knees. Her eyes rake over my chest before I grab the bottom of the shirt she’s stolen from my closet and tug it over her head. Her hair falls in a soft wave over her bare shoulders, kissing the middle of her back, framing her nearly naked body.
I step up to her and sink my hands in her hair. “You are a fucking vision.”
“Make me yours, Rhys.” She runs her hands down my chest and pulls my belt loose, then shoves my pants down. “I’ve slept in this bed next to you each night, wrapped in your scent...” She drags her nails inside my boxers before wrapping them around my cock with a squeeze. “Lying in your arms and wishing you’d touch me. Dreaming about it.”
“You make it so hard to be a gentleman, Bellamy.” I hold her face in my hands, my restraint fraying fast, like a rope with a single string keeping it together.
“I’m not a porcelain princess, Rhys. I won’t break,” she whispers and pulls me down with her as she lies back on the bed.
Her lips chasing mine.
Electricity soaring between us.
My hands coast down her body, and I follow. Licking into her mouth and down her throat until I graze one perfect nipple with my teeth, then soothe it with my lips.
Bellamy’s back bows off the bed as she cries out. Her fingers dig into my hair and scrape my scalp, and I feel it fucking everywhere as I move to her other breast. Licking and sucking, and worshipping at the altar of her tight body.
“Rhys,” she whimpers, and I fucking smile.
That sound is like a red fucking flag in front of a bull.
I drag my tongue along the soft curves of her stomach and hips, dipping under the edge of her silk panties before I look up at the goddess beneath me.
Her face is red, her eyes are glassy, and her teeth are pressed into her bottom lip.
She’s perfection.
And as if I’m moving too slow for my woman, she lifts her hips and sighs the sweetest sound, letting me know she’s just as desperate as I am.
Fuck. This is going to be fun.
I flatten my tongue and slide it over her pussy, right through the silk of her panties.
“Oh God,” she calls out, and I do it again before shoving the delicate silk aside.
She’s fucking drenched.
I drag a finger along her soaked core, teasing her
Her breath comes in short, silent beats as she squirms beneath me.
“Shh, wife. I need to make sure you’re ready for me. I don’t want to hurt you.” I push one finger inside her before I even finish my words, and Bellamy’s entire body shakes as she clings to me.
My cock is rock-hard and dying for the relief I’ll only get from being inside her body, but she comes first. Always. With hersexy little sighs the only sounds in the room, I curl a finger and suck her pretty little swollen clit between my lips, then pull her against my face and fucking growl against her sweet cunt until she’s writhing beneath me.
Bellamy’s knees snap up and lock against my head, and a beautiful sound falls from her lips. One I could hear every night, and it would never be enough.
With a satisfied smile, I watch clarity come back to her eyes, and she focuses on me.
