Chapter 29
Cold metal gliding over my chest woke me, and I threw my arm over my eyes with a groan as a pounding headache drummed into my temple.
“I want to report an attempted murder.”
Kier’s snort wasn’t very sympathetic. “Against who?”
“My own head. Against me.” I lifted my arm a fraction, squinting at the light through the thin curtains. “That better not be ice.”
“It isn’t.” Kier kissed me when I removed my arm, curious. “Do you remember what I said last night?”
I squinted, trying to unearth anything from my memory. Nope. “That I’m pretty?” I guessed.
“No.”
“Terrible husband, really. Not telling your wife she’s pretty.”
His smile was lopsided and bared a white canine, and ruthless gods he was hot, but my attention snagged on the red veins in his eyes, the dark shadows sunken into his face. I lifted my hand, tracing his cheek with my thumb, worry heavy in my chest.
“You are the most beguiling, captivating, enthralling woman I’ve ever had the privilege of meeting,” he said, brushing a kiss to my lips.
I raised an expectant eyebrow.
“And you’re pretty,” he added, earning a grin.
“Did you sleep?” I asked, stretching under the silken sheets, admiring the weight of him draped half over me.
“I did,” he confirmed.
That eyebrow returned. “For how long?”
“A few hours,” he admitted, trying to placate me with another kiss. “I’m fine. I can survive on very little sleep.”
“But your nightmares, Kier—”
“Are under control,” he said firmly, looking at my chin. No, at whatever lay on my chest, now warmed up to my body temperature.
“This is the last time I’ll let you brush off my concern,” I warned him, stroking a lock of dark hair from his face. “Next time, you’re going to tell me what keeps you awake, and I’ll help you work through it. Non-negotiable,” I added when he opened his mouth to argue. “I’m serious, Kier.”
A sigh moved his shoulders and he let his head fall on my stomach, mouth skimming a kiss to my ribs. “Okay,” he agreed.
I slid my fingers through his hair, finally giving into the curiosity to see what rested on my collarbone. I frowned at the huge, duck-egg-sized sapphire cut into a smooth, unblemished oval. For a minute I didn’t recognise it, and then my eyes flew wide.
“Husband dear, did you vandalise an ancient, possibly mythical sword?”
“I might have done,” he replied, warm hands sliding under my oversized shirt, pushing it up my body so he could lay a trail of warm kisses across my stomach. “I may have also committed unspeakable acts to the Kollastus family jewels to forge a chain strong enough to hold the sapphire.”
“You bad, wicked man,” I teased. “What a villain you are.”
“Truly heinous,” he agreed, both hands wandering up my sides to cup my breasts, thumbs stroking languid circles around my nipples. A shot of sensation went right to my core, and I considered how easy it would be for him to move a little lower and set his mouth upon me.
Instead he kissed the soft curve of my stomach. “All I’ve been able to think about since Gaia’s tomb is filling you with my seed and watching it bloom into a child.”
“There were probably prettier ways to word that.”
“I want you overflowing with my cum. I want your womb full of it.”
A throb went through my pussy. “Nevermind, this is working for me. Continue.”
“I want to fuck you day and night. I want to chain you to this bed so you can’t escape as I breed you.”
“Ruthless gods,” I breathed, shoving away the covers, suddenly scorching hot. “Yes. Do that immediately.”
He smiled against my stomach. “How many orgasms do you think this pretty pussy can take before you lose the power of speech? How about before all you can do is gasp and whine and squirm as I give you release after release?”
“Kier, get inside me right now.” I parted my thighs, baring myself to him, and had a vague vision hit of me shimmying my pussy at. Must be a random hallucination. “I’m so fucking serious.”
I knew his words worked him up as much as they did me because his pupils were blown, his eyes dark, and I felt the needy press of his cock against me, separated only by the soft pyjamas he wore to bed. It took no effort at all for him to meet me, skin to skin, and glide inside.
I sank my teeth into my bottom lip, a moan escaping anyway. I was so wet that he filled me halfway, and a second thrust took him to the brim.
“My wife,” he groaned, his hand landing on the pillow beside my head as he stretched up to kiss me, his hips moving in deep, rolling motions that made me flutter and squeeze, already so close.
His other hand splayed across my stomach, making me laugh at the same time his next thrust drew an unconscious groan. “Oh, you really are obsessed,” I realised, his touch possessive.
“Thoroughly,” he agreed, his hips crashing into mine, his pace increasing, the glide and angle of him so fucking perfect.
We both startled when loud, clanging bells rang with violent abruptness. The army was close enough for the soldiers on the walls to spot them. We were officially under siege.
Kier’s gaze locked with mine, a split second of shared understanding and agreement. We might never get a chance to be together again. If the walls fell like Skayan’s, this could be the very last time.
He was the prince of Lazankh, and I was his princess; we were the highest authority of Lazankh, and we ought to be racing down to the emergency meeting no doubt being hastily arranged.
But Kier’s mouth slammed into mine, and I kissed him with a vicious desperation, fear overriding the heat of my lust until I didn’t just want Kier inside me; it was essential.
I sank my hand into his hair, gripping tight, my other finding his ass, encouraging him to keep moving.
It wasn’t languid anymore. Desperation coloured every thrust as he pounded into me.
It was fast and hard and exactly what I needed.
Sweat coated my body, my temperature flaring every time his body stroked mine, his hips stroking a different angle each time until he found the one that made me gasp.
We didn’t have time, could never fulfil those promises of chaining me to the bed for days, but we had this.
“Kier,” I breathed between hot, wet kisses.
“I know,” he groaned, his hands roaming my body on a mission to memorise every plane and curve, like he knew he might never get another chance. “I know.”
He made sure he brushed my clit on every thrust, kissed me deep and possessive the way I loved, and fucked me to the edge in a damn minute. I wanted more time, wanted more mornings like this with him.
“We will have them,” Kier said fiercely. Shit, I’d spoken that aloud. “We will have more mornings, Zaba, I promise. I’ll end anyone who tries to take you from me. I will let this entire court burn if it means keeping you.”
His wandering hand found my nipple and gripped tight. “You are my mate, and my highest priority.”
“Kier.” My inner muscles clutched him tight, and I wasn’t capable of saying more than his name.
A tremor began in my legs, growing in ferocity as his speed increased, his force overtook me, and pleasure hit me like a wrecking ball.
I came so hard he had no choice but to follow me over the edge, gasping, his head buried in the space between my neck and shoulder.
Two minutes—that’s all the time we allowed ourselves to come down, to breathe, to soak up the comfort of skin touching skin, lips brushing lips, his soul kissing mine. And then we hastily cleaned up, threw on clothes, and went downstairs to face the army at our door.