I quickly blink away my tears as my breath catches in my throat. “Rhys...”
“You are the love of my life, little bee.You. Not my country. Not my crown. You. I just want you.”
“You have me, my king.” I bury my hands in his hair. “Now do with me what you want.”
His mouth is on mine in a heartbeat, hot and hard. Our tongues tangle as Rhys swings me up into his arms and carries me into our bedroom, and when he lies me down and pulls back to look at me, it’s with a reverence that steals my breath.
I chase his lips, desperate to close the distance between us and lick into his mouth. Desperate to feel his weight on me. In me. Destroying me.
Rhys settles one knee between my thighs. “You are the most important thing in my life, little bee, and I’m going to fucking worship you...”
Rhys
Nothing in the world could stop the groan that falls from my lips as I peel my wife out of her pretty little dress—one of the ones she likes to tease me with each day—and groan as she shoves my jeans down my legs and my sweater over my head. We’re a tangle of hands, desperate to get each other naked as quickly as possible.
I want to taste her skin and her screams.
She falls to her back with her knees bent and looks up at me through hooded eyes.
Fuck me . . . She is intoxicating.
With my cock fisted in my hand, I drag it through Bellamy’s hot cunt.
My head spins as all the blood in my body rushes to my dick.
Desperate to claim this woman . . . my woman.
She brings her knees up to cradle my hips between her thighs and pouts. “I’ve never wanted anyone or anything the way I want you, Rhys.”
My cock lies heavy between our legs, the tip teasing her drenched pussy. “You’ve got me, my queen. Until my last breath, I will be yours.” I run a hand over her face and lick into her mouth. “I love you.”
“Then show me, love.”
“With pleasure,” I groan and lace our fingers together and press them into the sheets on either side of her head, swallowing her moan as my dick teases her clit.
She wraps a leg around my hip, and her beautiful breath hitches in her throat. “Please, Rhys.”
“I’ve got you, little bee.”
Bellamy whimpers, and I press inside her the smallest bit.
Barely moving.
Barely breathing.
Something innately different between us tonight.
Slowing us down.
Savoring each quiet little inhale of her breath as I press further into her.
Every sexy sigh as I pull back out.
Teasing her.
Forcing myself to take my time.
Worshipping my wife.
