He wound her up tighter and tighter with each deliciously slow press into her body. Ehmet held firm, his entire length sheathed within her, ballspressed against her arse, and pelvis giving fleeting pressure to her needy sex. He ground against her before drawing away, lifting her higher and higher.
“Please, Ehmet, please, fuck me? I need you,” she rasped.
And he did, losing any restraint he still possessed. Ehmet’s rhythmic thrusting grew frantic as he rammed into her over and over, filling her to depths she never imagined possible.
Hevva wrapped her legs up and around him, not allowing him to escape as they ground together. Words of “love” and “forever” accompanied the pleas they panted into each other’s mouths.
She rolled her hips against his, and the tangle of their hot tongues coiled her tighter within. Then, like the moons on the lawn when he proposed, she was floating.
Hevva soared into the sky as he lit her up from the inside out. And with a final shaking thrust, he exploded inside her as he cried out her name. She shattered simultaneously into a thousand tiny petals of moonlight that fluttered down to the ground.
“Ehmet,” she murmured. Her hand found his hair and she pulled him down.
“I love you, my Saka.” He smiled into her mouth. “You are positively luminous.”
“I love you, my Berim.” Bonelessly, her legs slid from his back and came to rest again upon the bed.
Ehmet rolled onto his side, bracing himself on the forearm of their linked side as he gazed down into her face.
“I am so glad I found you, my common king.” She beamed.
“And I am so glad I found you, my reluctant queen.”
Epilogue
Ten Years Later . . .
“What the fates arewe going to do with our two little rapscallions?” Ehmet murmured into Hevva’s neck as he held her on his lap.
“What’s there to do with them?” Queen Hevva sipped the last of her whiskey as she twisted round to look at her king.
“I’m not sure, perhaps nothing yet. But Adella most definitely created a dolly out of thin air last week.”
Hevva pried her husband’s big arm from her front as she wriggled out of his grasp. He grumbled when she made her escape. But she wasn’t going far, only to the bar across their private salon.
It was the last night of another annual Symposium of Prodigious Minds, a decade after the one where they’d first officially met.
“I know,” Hevva sighed. “Ataht made a wriggling pile of worms last week. Do we need to get them a tutor immediately? I can begin interviews when we get back to the capital.”
“Let’s give it a little time. How about when they’re ten?”
“Two years? Are you sure we should wait that long?” She refilled her glass and procured a second for Ehmet.
“If they need it earlier, we’ll write to Hothan. I learned quite a lot as a boy, though. I think I can help. Your brother agrees with me.”
“He always agrees withme.”
“Not on this one, my love. They don’t need help yet. Let them learnsome on their own first. You learn more at the helm than reading books about boats.”
“Fine. If things get out of hand though, we hire help. Promise?”
“Promise. Don’t fret.” He was close now, voice rumbling against her silvery locks as he accepted the glass she offered to him.
“I wasn’t fretting.”
Ehmet chuckled into the crook of Hevva’s neck before trailing a row of kisses up to the sensitive shell of her ear. She shivered against him. “Don’t worry that they have my magic. They take after you in every way that is important.”
Hevva retrieved the drink she’d handed to her husband and set it back upon the bar before turning to face him again. “I know.”
