Page 71 of Legacy Of Ashes

He enters me slowly, both of us groaning at the connection. "My wife," he pants. "My perfect fucking wife."

"Your wife," I agree, wrapping my legs around him. "Forever."

He moves with deep, claiming strokes, each one marking me as his. The ring catches moonlight as I grip his shoulders, both of us lost in sensation.

"I love you," I gasp as pressure builds.

"Love you too," he groans. "Come for me, wife. Come on your husband's cock."

The climax tears through me, back arching as I cry out his name. He follows, spilling deep inside me with a roar that echoes through our bedroom.

Afterward, we lie tangled together, the tiara gleaming nearby—symbol of everything we've built together.

"What happens now?" I ask.

"Now we rule together," he says, pulling me closer. "Handle whatever comes. Build something worth passing down."

I think about the Romanian shipment, the customs questions, the threats always lurking at our borders. But with Conall beside me, his ring on my finger and his seed inside me, I'm ready for anything.

"Forever sounds perfect," I whisper.

"Forever," he agrees.

But as sleep takes us, that text message haunts my thoughts. New dangers emerging just as we found happiness.

Forever might be more complicated than we planned.