“Do not.”A command.She would not be questioned.In this way, at least, she would take care of his needs.
Let her in this.He needed care in no other way.
In and out, the pressure building.The only pleasure in the world caught up between Diana’s soft thighs.Her cries and her touch—they could make him forget the world, his responsibilities, everything but her.
Madness.
But at least she was mad with him.He drove her to it, circling her clit with each thrust, fisting his hand in the hair at her nape with each deep kiss.
She cried out, hugged him hard, her body shaking.
And he let himself go, too.
Was it madness to take something for himself?To hold a happiness close even though it threatened everything else?
Yes.
But hell if he cared.
He scattered kisses along Diana’s jaw as she caught her breath, and when she smiled up at him, blessed Juno, he saw himself in an entirely new light.Not the king’s lapdog.Not his family’s only knight.Not a lone fool crossing into enemy territory…
With Diana, he was only a man who had found his heart.And would do anything to keep it.
