“I’ll leave you to your rest, then,” he said solicitously.
She laced her arm through his, leaning into his delicious masculine heat and strength. “Perhaps you might join me for a nap.”
He glanced down at her, his dark eyes curious. “If you wish for the company.”
Tansy smiled back at him. “I very much wish it.”
Understanding flared in his expression. “Are you well enough, my love?”
“More than well enough,” she promised, restless yearning unfurling in her body.
They hadn’t made love since she’d been heavily with child, and she missed his touch. Missed his body moving in hers. Missed the searing intimacy they’d known. She had needed time to heal after Caspian’s birth, but she was ready.
More than ready, in fact.
“You haven’t been reading that filthy book of yours again, have you?” he teased.
Her cheeks warmed. “Perhaps.”
He chuckled. “My wicked queen, whatever shall I do with you?”
“I have a few ideas.”
“Mmm.” His strides quickened. “Show me.”
He was moving so rapidly that she could scarcely keep pace with him. “Is that also a royal decree?”
“Oh yes,” he said darkly.
They reached her door, and he threw it open, pulling her inside and kicking it closed with a booted foot. She was breathless and giggling as he hauled her into his chest for a ravenous kiss. They worked together in a flurry of motion, lips clinging as their fingers flew over buttons and hooks. Her gown, his coat. Her stays and petticoat, his shirt. Chemise, stockings, and trousers fell away.
She knew a moment of self-consciousness as her naked body—changed from her pregnancy—was revealed entirely to him for the first time since she’d given birth to their son. Tiny violet marks marred the skin of her belly and breasts, and she was more rounded now than she had been before. But any fear she had that he wouldn’t find her attractive faded when he joined her on the bed, raining reverent kisses over her bare skin, his mouth lingering over the places of change.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, making a low rumble of appreciation deep in his throat as he kissed over her stomach, his big hands spreading her thighs. “I’ve been desperate to lick your cunny again.”
She was already on edge after being denied his lovemaking for so long. His wanton words brought the ache in her sex to an acute crescendo. She opened wider for him in welcome and moaned, arching shamelessly into him when he lowered his head and gave her one tantalizing lick.
“Maxim,” she gasped out, grasping a handful of his hair as her body bowed from the bed. “Please.”
“As perfect as I remember,” he said worshipfully, drawing her bud into his mouth with a hard, delicious suck that made her toes curl.
He sank a finger inside her and spoiled her with his tongue. Her inner walls clenched on him, the intrusion almost unbearably good. And yet, still, she wanted more. Her hips moved, chasing him, seeking, demanding.
He gave her another finger, moving tentatively in slow, deliberate strokes.
“I’ll not break,” she ground out. “You needn’t be so gentle.”
With a groan, he gave her what she asked for, pressure and friction, his fingers fucking her with deep strokes and his mouth lavishing her with licks and sucks and the maddening nip of his teeth. When he found that place inside her that made her wild, she couldn’t maintain her control. Her orgasm slammed into her with frenzied fury, making her cry out his name and grasp him to her as wave after wave of bliss rolled over her.
She scarcely had a chance to catch her breath before he was looming over her, the slick head of his cock pressing against her aching softness. He bent, catching the peak of her breast in his mouth before releasing it. “Are you ready for me, my love?”
“Yes,” she moaned. “Feel how wet I am for you.”
He groaned and pushed into her, one smooth stroke. And she was stretched so full of him, deliciously, gloriously full. He felt wonderful inside her, thick and rigid.
“Ah God,” he murmured. “So wet for me, my love. Tell me what you want.”
Tansy didn’t hesitate. “I want you to make love to me.”
