Since I’ve never had the ability to deny myself of this woman, I move forward with my plans rather fast.
Banding an arm around her legs, I withdraw my aching cock and hoist her up the shelves, and then my mouth finds her drenched slit. I lick her possessively, each stroke of my tongue chanting the same word through my head.
Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
As her cries grow desperate, I eat her faster. I lick at her clit and bite it a handful of times before poking my tongue deep inside her.
Her cries grow more desperate when I spread her wide with my shoulders until her glistening pussy is displayed directly in front of me. Then I suck at her clit and lick it.
Her body tenses up with every timed flick. Then, just as the tingles reach a level of hysteria, I say the words I’ve spoken a minimum of four times a day for the past two weeks.
“Come for me like a good, obedient wife. Mark me with your scent. Make me yours.”
Emerson climaxes with a breathless sigh, her entire body shaking. I poke my tongue inside her, giving her pussy something to cling to as she rides the wild ride. My cock aches tosink back into her, but this is more intimate, more us. It is a man kneeling at the feet of his woman, and him worshipping her how she deserves to be adored.
Once the shivers racking through Emerson’s tight, fit body subside, I lower her back down the shelves before nestling the crest of my cock at the opening of her pussy.
I watch her while slowly entering her, absorbing every spark, glint, and glimmer darting through her impressive eyes.
I’m under her spell in less than a second and unashamed to admit it.
“I love you, Ember. I always have, and I always will.”
When tears well in her eyes, I thrust hard, putting the weight of my body behind my pumps. Emerson’s eyes roll backward, and my name leaves her mouth as her pussy convulses around me.
I grit my teeth, fighting to stave off my release, but lose the fight when the faintest whisper has me coming with a roar.
“I love you too, Coal. Always.”
Sometime later, I enter my office with a warm washcloth and a satisfied smile. We moved to the office so the staff of Ember’s could close without interference, and we’ve been going nonstop since. Emerson is exhausted, but that isn’t the sole emotion she’s displaying.
Something is bothering my wife.
I’ve noticed this expression a handful of times in the past week, but anytime I try to question her about it, she assures me she is fine.
I wonder if it has something to do with the name displayed on my phone screen when it rings. The groove between herbrows deepens—as it does anytime I’ve brought up Andrik since the gala.
“You should answer it,” Emerson says when I continue for her instead of my phone, aftercare a priority of mine. “It could be important.”
“More important than you? Never.”
Shetsksme, but I see the flare darting through her eyes. She loves when I put her first, and it has me doing it more regularly.
“Mikhail…” Her laugh makes me hard, like I didn’t just achieve release. “It is five a.m. Not even the sparrows are up yet.” She snatches the washcloth out of my hand and barges me toward my phone. “Answer your brother’s call.”
I pout while snatching up my phone and dragging my thumb across the screen. “This better be important?—”
I’m cut off by a man desperate to kill. “Zoya’s water just broke.”
“What?” I stare at Emerson as if she has supersonic hearing. “She’s not due for another six weeks.”
“I know, but Nikita said she’d most likely go early since her uterus will struggle to reach full term,” answers a man pacing in frustration. “I don’t know what to do.”
That’s a first. Andrik is the mastermind of our family. He’s the brain—and the brawn. I’d just rather you keep that last part between us. I’ve been feeling like the king of my realm since the gala, and I’m not ready to return to reality just yet.
