I looked at my mate. Peace filled him at the sight of my eyes. We worked in a perfect rhythm, rocking into each other at a slow, unhurried pace. I’d expected our fucking to be frantic, but Vince was calm, as if this was expected or the normal outcome of me waking him, not as if I had been gone for so long.
Moans and cries slipped out of my lips with every thrust because his crown hit me perfectly each time. My cock was hard beyond belief, but Vince didn’t touch me. If he did, I’d explode in an instant. Pre-seed leaked out of my tip, covering us.
Vince gripped behind my neck, yanking me into a kiss. I cried into his mouth at the change in angle. His tongue fucked me while his cock claimed my hole. My cock dragged over the line of hair down his stomach and it was enough. My balls hugged my shaft, and I was moments from spilling my seed.
“Vince,” I bit out against his lips.
He captured my mouth again, not willing to surrender me. I came against his stomach as Vince continued to fuck me, and his mouth swallowed my cries of pleasure. My release was so intense that I couldn’t hear or see, only feel what my Vince was ripping from my body. He pumped two more times before his seed filled my hole.
When Vince slid out, I whimpered, bearing down to keep him inside of me. I needed to be connected.
“Hush,” he whispered, kissing my chest. Gently, Vince helped me roll over and he sprawled on top of me. “I’m here. You’re here. We’re here.”
I wrapped my arms around him, shaking. “Vince.”
“It’s all fine, Sweetheart.”
I held him close. He was here, with me. Everything was so much better than I’d ever thought it would be.
Vince fell asleep long before I did. I fought sleep to listen to him breathe and feel his familiar weight on top of me. I’d thought I would never experience it again, and now, here he was.
I would never let him go again. I would tell Vince what I needed so he never left, and I would never, not even if ordered, go anywhere he couldn’t be beside me again.
Chapter 49
It wasn’t a dream.
I was warm. Utterly and completely warm. I hadn’t been this warm since Don had left. Hell. Merely thinking about him was enough to send tears to the backs of my eyes. I needed him back. I needed him here. But his ship was experiencing some kind of technological difficulty, so we couldn’t even talk. I couldn’t even send a message.
Oh, I’d kicked up a fuss about that, multiple times, but privacy concerns, royalty, customs, blah blah blah. Caleb and Seth had tried to explain it, even bringing in Jalqyn, who handled press relations for the royal family, to explain it to me in detail, but I hadn’t cared. I wanted Don. It might have helped if the emperor and empress had known who I was; they didn’t and wouldn’tuntil Don could tell them. However, I fucking hated not being able to talk to Don, but whatever, he would come back when he could.
Still, it didn’t stop the desperate need I had for him.
Something ran down my back, firm and familiar. The movement sent visceral terror through me. I was lying on someone. I scrambled up, breath harsh, but before I could get away, a hand cupped my cheek, forcing me to look at the person beneath me.
“Me or my gift?” the most perfect voice in the entire fucking universe asked.
Tears raced to my eyes. “You. Just you.”
He was here. How was he here? I’d had a dream of him coming home and fucking him, but Don, my Don, was actually here.
His thumb traced over my cheek as he wore a soft smile. “It wasn’t a dream, my Vince. I was here. With you.”
A flush rushed to my cheeks. Don had ridden me. I hadn’t thought we’d get there with him on top, but it hadn’t freaked me out. In fact, it had been hot as fuck. Don smirked in response to my thoughts. His thumb kept tracing my face as his other hand slid up and down my back.
I kissed him. “I missed you.”
“I missed you more than air.”
My blush deepened. Fuck, he was adorable. How was Don this adorable? Don grinned, arching up to lick my cheek with his scaled tongue. A groan ripped out of my mouth, and my dick twitched in need.
“Yes,” he muttered against my skin as his lips trailed over me. “Whatever you want, yes.”
I laughed. “Anything?”
“Anything.” His lips latched onto my Adam's apple and sucked, hard. I grunted, grinding against him. Don’s hand flattened on the small of my back as he worked the skin on mythroat. When he finally pulled away, I was panting, and my cock was rock hard and leaking all over him.
I formed a very clear picture of what I wanted, and his head tilted as his eyes narrowed.
