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He covered her lips again, in a tender kiss this time.

He waited for her to open up for him, sliding his tongue against hers.

As she kneaded his shoulders, he squeezed her ass.

They drank each other’s chuckles before Roan dragged her lower lip between his teeth.

The sensual gesture ignited her blood, and she hummed inside his ear, licking its shell.

Pushing her to lie on her back, Roan straddled her thighs. He leaned down and pecked the corner of her mouth. She licked his lower lip. He evaded her attempt to deepen the kiss.

She smiled into his eyes, arching her back and raising her arms when he pulled her tunic top off her, tossing it over his shoulder.

His gaze traveled along her body, desire burning bright, scorching her skin. Adrenaline sped up her heart rate and she chest heaving with panting breaths. Her body begged for his attention.

She laced her fingers behind his neck, gliding her tongue over dry lips. “Roan, please. I need you.”

His grin turned sinful.

With superhuman speed, he got rid of his clothes, returning to kneel between her thighs. His member jutted up. She ached to taste him again, but her body throbbed for the feel of it spreading her.

Roan propped himself on his left forearm, hovering above her as he hooked his right hand around her knee, pushing it out.

She gasped when he penetrated her a couple of inches and stopped.

She exhaled in a sigh as he moved another couple of inches in, smiling.

Returning the grin, she inhaled when he fed her hungry body another small part of himself.

Droplets of sweat gathered on his brow as he waited for her walls to accommodate his length.

With a subtle nod, she indicated she was ready for more.

He thrust forward until their hip bones collided.

Roan rested his forehead against hers. “Are you alright??”

She smooched his lips. “I’m better when you make me come.”

He shook his head. “What am I going to do with you, my darling wife?”

She chuckled. “Make me come, my wicked husband?”

He winked. “Remember, you’ve asked for it.”

Her heart swelled at the playful tone he used, appreciating the full circle. Then her mind checked out, leaving her senses in control. He set a lazy rhythm to his movements as he drove in and pulled out of her. Each time he did, he created a new turn in the coil of desire building inside her.

Moaning, she matched his thrusts with her own, wrapping her legs around his hips, crossing her ankles at the small of his back.

“Yes, deeper,” she begged as his shaft sank inside her.

Roan swiveled his hips, tweaking her nipples, sucking her neck.

She dug her heels into his ass, urging him on as her body gripped his throbbing cock. She arched her back off the mattress when the first waves hit her. Panting, she nibbled at his earlobe. He sped his movements up, increasing the friction, and she shattered.

Dropping her arms to the mattress, thrusting her hips up, she screamed, “Roan! Oh... my... God!”

His chuckles rang around them, but she was too high on pleasure to process thoughts. His mouth covered her nipple and he slowed down inside her sex, allowing her soul to float back to her body.

She traced his lower lip with her index finger. “You haven’t come.”

He trapped her finger between his teeth. “Yet.”

“What...?”

She never finished her question because Roan’s hands grabbed her legs, folding them against her chest, exposing her to his searing gaze. Instead of vulnerable she felt empowered, because she was the reason for the bone-melting hunger in his expression.

Holding her in place, he sheathed himself in her tight sex in one swooping movement. Sealing their lips together, he kissed her until he reached her soul. She welcomed the torrent of feelings his body poured into hers as he grunted, moaned, and hummed.

She smoothed his hair and shoulders, reaching down to cup his ass.

He sucked at her tongue, his cock twitching inside her.

When he let go of her legs to brace himself over her, she kept them folded, riding the high tide of orgasms he gifted her.

His body quivered, but he went on sliding in and out of her in a maddening sluggish speed.

She framed his face, making him stare into her eyes, and repeated the words he kept saying to her. “Come for me.”

He filled her as he shouted, “Kate! Kate!”

When she thought he had finished, he smiled against her neck and started over. She lost count of the orgasms until she passed out in his arms.

Again.

When she woke up expecting to see a cloudless sky, the arched ceiling of Roan’s bedchamber in the palace surprised her. Snapping her head to the left, she found him sound asleep on his side, an arm cinching her waist.

Leaning over, she showered open-mouthed kisses on his chest until she reached a nipple. She closed her lips around it, flicking the hard nub with her tongue.

He hissed.

She chuckled, doubling her ministrations.

“I could get accustomed to this waking up like this,” he groaned, combing her hair with his fingers, his voice thick with sleep.

With a wicked grin, she murmured, “So could I, husband.”

Laughing, he rolled her beneath him, teasing her with the sweetest words she could ever hear.

“I promise we’ll always have this, Kate. For the rest of our very, very long lives...”

“I just need you, Roan.” Kate traced his lips with her fingertips. “Just you.”

“Forever, my darling wife. Forever .”