Chapter 13
Santiago slipped through the solarium door into her room, and she rushed to him. He wrapped his arms around her and held her within his embrace.
“My Queen.”
“My love,” she whispered in return.
“I missed you.”
“And I, you.”
“You were lonely without me?”
“Yes, never leave me again.”
“It was worth it to make certain that man never sets foot on your land ever again.”
“Do you think he will cause trouble?” It was the one dark spot of the day.
“I do not know, but perhaps he will find wisdom in the City of Tents. Whatever comes, we will face it together.”
“I love how that sounds. Together. We are almost there.”
“There is no other for you. That is why I am here. That is why they enslaved us rather than killing us. To spare my life to serve you.”
She believed him. She felt it too. “And thank God that odious man is no longer a contestant. The things he said to me … never could I have married him.”
“What did he say?” Santiago asked against her ear.
“I will never speak of it. He is not allowed to take up space in my mind ever again.” She lifted her gaze to his beautiful eyes. “In this room, it is only you and me, my love.”
His emerald gaze grew serious. “I will defer to you in this. But you must know, when you are my wife, My Queen, no man will insult you and be given a chance to do it again. I will not kill him if you do not wish it, but there will never be an opportunity for it to happen a second time.”
“Thank you. I believe I can live with that. Now, do you need rest after your journey? You must be exhausted.”
His serious expression gave way to a smile. “All I need is you, my love.”
For the next several hours, neither of them spoke.
When Santiago woke, it was with clever hands wrapped around his shaft.
“Katarine …”
“You never let me …” She trailed off as her amethyst gaze lifted from where her mouth hovered above the head of his cock.
“Since when does one let a queen do anything? I am at your mercy.”
She smiled before her mouth closed over him.
Santiago groaned and closed his eyes for a beat before refixing them on her lips as they slid over him.
If this was his prize for not killing the prince after he insulted her, he finally understood the benefits of peace over war.
The heat of her mouth dragged a rough sound from his throat. “Your lady’s maid,” he remembered aloud.
Katarine shook her head, and he hoped that meant the woman knew to stay away.
When she worked his shaft in her hand, along with her lips and tongue, he stopped caring. The world could end, and he would die a happy man.
She was all enthusiasm, which made up for what he guessed was little-to-no experience in this realm. It didn’t matter what she did to him. He loved every second and could explode at any moment. He let her play, not wanting it to end before she wanted it to end.
But when she pulled away, his beautiful queen had other ideas.
She climbed atop him, slid down his cock, and began to ride him like she had been born for it.
No man could be luckier than Santiago. It was not possible.
As she rocked herself to orgasm, falling forward on him as she came, he lifted and lowered his hips to give her more, like she had given him. Her lips pressed against his chest as she muffled her moans, and only when he felt her clench around him did he let his climax unleash through him.
With his arms locked around her, he fell back into a peaceful rest.