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“My King,” I tell him. “My love.” I tell him.
His mouth presses against my neck as he bends, slipping his hands down until he’s gripping my ass and lifting me into the air. “I need all of you. Right now, I need all of you.”
CHAPTER92
King
Loweringmy wife onto the bed she had placed in the corner of the studio, I can’t tell if I feel more alive than I ever have, or if I’ve already died, and somehow, someway, I made it into heaven.
“I missed you,” her lips never leave mine as she says it.
I lean back just long enough to pull the shirt off her body. “I’m sorry.” I apologize, kissing her again. “I missed you, too. So much.”
“Stop apologizing,” Savannah pushes at my pants.
I break our kiss again to yank the pair she’s wearing down her legs. “I’ll be apologizing to you for the rest of our lives.”
I shift to fall back on top of her, but she slaps her hand to my chest. “Naked.” She can’t reach my pants so she’s using her feet to try and push them off. “You can apologize by getting naked.”
A small smile pulls at the edge of my mouth, and it feels so fucking good.
“I have such a bossy wife.” I tell her, even as I comply.
Our bodies reach for each other.
Her arms wrap around my neck, pulling me close, and I brace myself over her.
Her tongue slides into my mouth as I hook an arm under her knee to spread her open.
“I should––” I try to pull back, but Savannah pulls me closer.
“I’m ready.”
And when the tip of my cock touches her core, I know she’s telling me the truth.
“I don’t deserve you,” I whisper into her mouth, as I slide forward, filling her heat with my length.
We both moan. The sound reverberating between our chests.
“But I’m keeping you.”
Epilogue One
SAVANNAH
“Oh my god!”I arch against the mattress.
“Not your god.” My husband thrusts into me with a groan.
My open mouth pulls into a smile. “My King.”
“That’s right, Baby.” King drops his weight onto me. “I’m your fucking King.”
The windows of the little overwater bungalow we’re staying in are open, and the warm early morning air flows over our naked bodies making the setting feel almost magical. Such a nice change from the cooling weather back home. And I don’t care if it’s a couple months late, this is the perfect honeymoon.
Or maybe it was waking up with my husband’s face between my thighs.
King’s length drags out of me, and I claw at his back, trying to hold him close.