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“Oh, it’s so good,” she breathed.

His finger was inside her, his mouth on her clit. He broke long enough to encourage her words.

“That’s it, darling. Tell me how it feels.”

“It’s good. So good.” She managed to look at him before her head fell back against the pillow on a guttural moan.

When she came, her body tightened around him so hard it was like she wanted to trap him between her legs forever. If it meant pleasuring her this way for an eternity, he would gladly stay, but his own need for her pulsed between his legs. He kissed up her body, and with the taste of her on his tongue, he shook with the carnal need to bury himself inside her.

“Where are you going?” she asked when he stood, his hands already on the button of his trousers.

“Not far, wife,” he said as he finished undressing, and when he was naked, he was fully aware of her stare. It burned his skin, made his cock grow thicker and his balls heavier. He could not wait to be inside her, to make her his wife in this way. It did not matter that they’d had sex so many times before; this was still different.

“Tell me your thoughts,” he prompted her again, curious as to what was behind that heated gaze.

“It doesn’t matter how often you are inside me,” she said. “I can’t…it’s not enough.”

He climbed on top of her, letting his body rest against hers, reveling in the warmth and wild energy between them.

“I love you,” he said as he stared down at her.

“I love you.”

He would never tire of hearing those words returned, and for the first time tonight, he wanted her hands free so she could touch him, but he would wait.

That was a reward in and of itself.

“Are you well?” he asked, wanting to make sure.

“Yes.” She nodded, though her voice trembled slightly. “I am just thinking of how much I truly love you.”

He did not doubt her love, but he mourned that she would never know how much it meant to him. He had waited for her. He had ached for her. He had dreamed of her, and here she was—real and warm, lying beneath him.

And now he wanted inside.

He kissed her hard and then guided his length to her opening. She lifted her legs, digging her heels into his ass, trying in vain to push him inside harder and faster, but he resisted her urging and slid inside in one slow stroke. When his balls settled against her, he shifted her legs so that they were propped against his shoulders and pumped into her.

He focused on her, how she quaked beneath him, how her breasts bounced with his thrusts, how her eyes held his and then closed in pleasure, her mouth following the same sort of pattern. Her reactions were everything he wanted. She made it hard to focus, harder to maintain this for long.

“You feel so good. So tight, so wet,” he said, increasing his pace from a steady and methodical movement to something far more possessive and carnal. Fuck, he was ready to have her hands on him. “Eleftherose ton!”

He let her legs go and leaned down to take her mouth against his in a messy kiss as her fingers threaded through his hair before she moved down to grip his ass, pulling him against her harder.

“Fuck!”

He broke away and sat back on his heels, bringing her with him. He helped her sit on his cock as she wrapped her legs around him. They held each other tightly as they both moved, grinding together, and he knew hecould not hold on for much longer. It was the way she breathed, the way her nipples scraped against his chest, the way she felt around him.

They both tensed and tightened, their fingers pressing hard into their bodies the harder they moved, the more they chased the feeling of ecstasy erupting between them. When she tightened around him in release, he came in a rush that went straight to his head.

He was dizzy as he fell back against the bed with Persephone in his arms, bodies heavy.

Persephone started to laugh.

“I will refrain from thinking you are laughing at my performance, wife,” he said.

She laughed harder and finally stopped to look at him.

“No,” she said, tracing his features. “You were everything.”