“Have you been walking around all day with no undergarments on?” he demanded.
I hedged around his question. “I figured this would make things easier.”
“It certainly makes them better,” he said in a rough voice.
While he could reduce me to a senseless mess who did nothing but beg him for more, I could do the same to him. And I had loved exploring all the different ways to have him shuddering, swearing, and groaning.
“Come here,” he commanded.
I tilted my head to one side and lifted my eyebrows.
“Please.” He ground the word out.
Him saying that word was always going to be arousing to me. A fact he had quickly picked up on.
And I was so eager for him that I didn’t want to delay. I went and climbed onto his lap and we both moaned when our bodies made contact. The way we slotted so perfectly against each other drove me to madness—my softness blending against his hardness. “This is not how this was supposed to go,” I breathlessly told him.
“I am so overwhelmed by what I feel for you that I am mindless,” he said. “I only want to touch and kiss you and be close to you and I can’t think of anything else.”
“That is how I feel, too.”
“I know,” he said before he kissed me. And while our kisses started out slow, unhurried, it didn’t take long for them to ignite and turn hungry and deep. His hands never stopped moving on my body, never stopped lightly stroking, caressing, rubbing, and sending streams of fire through my blood. I shook from it.
Then his mouth was on me, sucking gently, and the soft, wet heat had me moaning.
“Will I always be this desperate for you?” I asked, my fingers in his hair, holding him close.
He pulled back to look at me. “Yes, always. As I will for you.” The intent in his eyes was thrilling. It was primal and possessive and I welcomed it.
No longer able to wait, I moved into what seemed to be the correct position, and he put his hands on my hips, gripping me tightly. I slid down slowly and he guided me, his eyes never leaving mine. His stuttered groan was the only sound he seemed capable of making.
Once I had sheathed him completely, we both held still. Enjoying the feeling. Then his hands urged me to move. So I did.
He quickly went glassy-eyed, his pupils blown, his corded muscles straining in his shoulders and arms. His hips arched up several times, chasing me. Chasing the sensations we were giving one another.
The friction was exquisite. It quickly turned frenzied and carnal as we rocked against one another. Lightning coursed through me so that every cell in my body felt electric, alive.
I wanted to prolong this, to stay in this moment forever with him, but felt myself quickly unraveling.
“Xander, I’m ...” I lost the ability to speak. I hurtled toward a violent bliss that felt unbearable, and when the wave hit, I let it take me and followed it down, calling out as I shattered into a thousand sparkling fragments.
My husband was only a moment behind me, his back bowing as if his release would break him in two, his body rigid and his groan so loud I was sure the entire palace could hear him.
But I didn’t care.
I collapsed against him languidly, my bones having all turned to warm, liquid honey.
“That was ...” I started to say, but he finished my sentence for me.
“Incredible. It always is.”
“I love you.”
He put his hands on the sides of my face and lifted it. “If the only thing I accomplish in this life is loving you, then it will be a life well spent.”
Warmth filled my chest. We kissed and it was tender and sweet and beautiful.
He stood up and carried me over to our bed so that we could both lie down. When I lay on my back, something strange happened.
