As though they were one, he reached for her at the same time as she turned on the spot and rushed toward him. He gathered her against his chest, one hand wrapped around her waist the other cupping the back of her head. It was like coming home. His arms around her, his solid presence back in their home, his wild scent calling to her. She lifted her face for a kiss. His lips touched hers in a soft, lingering kiss. He was relearning her, the way he did every time he came home from a contract.
Her heart soared and she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, tugging his head down for deeper kisses. Their hearts beat a matching tattoo, as though clambering to get to each other. It was always this way. The chemistry never failed. It had been this way from the moment she met him in Jakarta to when he stole her out of the palace, to now, five years later. Ndari didn't think that these feelings would ever die. In fact, they only got stronger with time.
"Ready for bed?" he asked her gruffly.
"Only if my sexy mercenary husband takes me there himself."
"As her Royal Highness desires." He reached behind his back and tugged something from his belt. Ndari let out a laugh as he placed a tiara on her head. She wasn't exactly sure where he'd gone this time, but he made it his mission in life, when they were separated for any amount of time, to always come back with the new jeweled piece for his wife. And this time he brought her favourite, another tiara.
He swept her up into his arms, careful not to jostle her crown too much. He carried her off to their bedroom where he explored her from top to bottom, whispering dirty things to her while showing her exactly how much he loved his Princess.
THE END
