Chapter 26 #2
The sheets were cool beneath me, scattered with petals as the bed dipped to carry my weight. He slid in beside me, one hand cupping my cheek, the other slipping around my waist to draw me against him.
The kiss this time was deeper. Wetter. Rougher.
His tongue brushed mine like he was tasting the moment, not just my lips.
His leg slipped between mine, his thigh nudging my pussy and making me squirm. I needed him. Scratch needs, I wanted my husband to claim me like I was his and he was mine.
“I love how you sound,” he murmured. “Every breath, every sigh… it’s all I’ve ever wanted to hear.”
Then he was back to kissing down my neck, to palming my breasts in his hand while he sucked the pleasure right up my spine. By the time he got to my stomach, I was not buzzing but lit aflame from the delicious sensations pounding against my chest and the space between my legs.
Perock paused near my belly, kissing the skin there the way he never got to when I was pregnant with our daughter. And when his mouth dipped lower, between my thighs, I knew what this man wanted without looking him in the eye.
He wanted to worship me and he did. His tongue was warm, his hands soft on my hips, as he held me gently and ate me out like it was his sole occupation.
I whispered his name after every flick and every second his tongue dipped inside me.
I chanted his name like a mantra, riding his face like I was high on nothing but my own orgasm. My thighs trembled around his head, my fingers buried in his hair, and when I finally shattered, the bond between us crackled so hard, that I thought I'd traveled to heaven and back.
Perock climbed back up after licking every inch of me clean. He kissed me until I was breathing again right before he settled between my legs, eyes locked with mine.
“Let me in,” he whispered. “Let me love you right.”
“You already do.”
Then he slid inside me slowly, so slowly that it made me cry out. Not from pain but from how full, how right, how whole I felt.
Each thrust inside me felt like he was reminding me how much I meant to him. It wasn’t frantic. It wasn’t wild. It was deep. Skin on skin, chest to chest, mouth to mouth. He cradled my head as he moved inside me, whispering things against my lips I never wanted to forget.
“You’re my home.”
“My queen.”
“My reason.”
“My everything.”
In the months that followed, Perock and I began to govern the two nations together.
At first, there were indeed many challenges—unifying the laws of both countries, balancing the interests of the nobility, integrating the armies, and helping the people adapt to the new rule.
But we supported each other, facing every obstacle as a team.
Though my mother had stepped back from the forefront, she still visited regularly, offering us invaluable advice. She especially enjoyed spending time with Anna, teaching her about Fellinger’s history and traditions while marveling at Anna’s innate leadership skills and judgment.
“She will become a great queen,” my mother said one day, watching Anna practice small spells in the garden. “Greater than both you and I.”
I nodded in agreement. “There’s a special power within her.”
The following days unfolded with a calm and fulfilling rhythm, seeming to slip by in the blink of an eye.
Under our governance, the kingdom flourished, and the union of the two nations brought unprecedented peace and prosperity.
Anna excelled in every aspect, becoming a beloved little princess among the people.
And as for Perock and me, we grew even more steadfast in our love and commitment to each other with every day spent in each other’s company.
A year after our wedding, on a vibrant spring morning, I discovered I was pregnant again. When I shared the news with Perock, his eyes filled with joy and gratefulness, his arms enveloping me as if I were the most precious thing in existence.
“This time, I’ll be there every step,” he promised, his voice thick with emotion. “From the first day to the last, I won’t miss a moment.”
Anna, thrilled at the prospect of a sibling, hovered around me, her small hands often resting on my belly, eager to feel the new life stirring within. She planned lessons for her brother or sister—magic, horseback riding, history, even painting—her excitement infectious.
The palace buzzed with joy, maids sewing tiny garments, Healers monitoring my health, chefs crafting nourishing meals. One evening, Perock and I sat on the palace balcony, watching the sunset paint the sky in hues of gold and crimson, Anna playing at our feet, her laughter a melody.
“You know,” Perock said, his voice soft, his hand resting gently on my slightly rounded belly, “sometimes I wonder if fate planned this all along, long before we were born.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, tilting my head, curious.
“All the pain, the separations, the misunderstandings,” he said, his gaze distant, thoughtful. “Maybe they were meant to teach us to cherish what we have now. Without those trials, we might never have realized how vital we are to each other.”
I leaned against his shoulder, considering his words, the warmth of his presence a comfort. “Maybe,” I said, my voice soft. “But I like to think we shaped this ending ourselves. Our choices, our persistence, our love—it’s what overcame every obstacle.”
Perock smiled, pressing a kiss to my forehead, his lips lingering. “Either way, I’m grateful fate brought you to me, that we get to build this beautiful future together.”
Anna leapt up, pointing skyward, her voice bright with excitement. “Look! The first star!”
We followed her gaze, spotting a single, brilliant star twinkling in the deepening twilight. Anna squeezed her eyes shut, her face scrunched in concentration, clearly making a wish.
“What did you wish for?” I asked, smiling at her secrecy.
She opened her eyes, her grin mischievous yet tender. “I wished for us to be this happy forever.”
Perock ruffled her hair, his voice warm with conviction. “That wish will come true, Anna, because we’ll make it happen, together.”
I looked around, my heart full, taking in Perock’s steady presence, Anna’s radiant joy, the new life growing within me.
From slave to queen, from orphan to family, from despair to hope—my journey had been one of unimaginable trials and miracles.
But here, surrounded by love, I knew every moment of pain had been worth it.
This was my story—a tale of love, forgiveness, courage, and hope. A story of finding light in the darkest moments, of drawing strength from the deepest despair. Whatever the future held, I knew we’d face it together, our bond unbreakable, our love a force no darkness could dim.
Because true love, pure and steadfast, was the greatest magic, the strongest shield, the brightest light to banish any shadow.