Chapter 54
Fifty-Four
A king keeps his deals to his wife. Not because he’s forced to, but because he wants to.
Fuck my ass.
- Richard
When I wake a few hours later, she’s already up and staring at me. Her eyes aren’t sad anymore, but they aren’t like they used to be – innocent and pure.
There’s a knowledge in them, a lesson I hate she had to learn.
But there’s also sunshine and happiness.
My queen has not been broken.
If I had just trusted her from the start…
This would have still happened, only at a later date.
Pushing down my desire to protect her at whatever the cost, I lean over and kiss her. She melts into me, her hands immediately roaming down my body.
“Do you know what day it is?” she asks, her voice light yet filled with enough of a warning to cause me to still.
Lifting my head as she wraps her fingers around my cock, I rock my hips into her as I quickly start counting dates. “Our four-week anniversary?”
“Yep.”
Fuck. Was I supposed to have got her something? Does she expect a celebration every month? I’ll do it for her, but I haven’t planned anything for today. Maybe I can convince one of our grandbabies to be born today...
“Do you remember what you promised would happen on our fourth week?” She strokes her fingers down my cock.
Leaning down, I kiss her neck. She arches into me, and I just start to squeeze one of her breasts, when I freeze.
My head jerks up. I look at her.
Fuck.
She giggles – innocent and pure and downright dirty.
“I said you could peg me.” Each word is pulled kicking and screaming from the bottom of my soul.
“Yep.” She grins so wide, I instinctively squeezed my ass cheeks.
Fuck.
But a deal is a deal.
And for her…
I’ll do anything.