She moved away from him, reached down and undid his belt, undid his pants, dropped down to her knees slowly in front of him and palmed his glorious cock. Then she leaned in, testing the length of him with her tongue. Before taking him in deep.
He moaned, gripping her hair, holding her fast while she lavished attention on him. She loved this man.
She loved him. She would get on her knees before him like this, to beg, for anything he wanted.
She had said to him on that flight to their honeymoon that she would not be a doormat. She wasn’t a doormat. She knew exactly what she was doing. She chose this.
She chose him.
She chose to be brave in the face of uncertainty.
She chose to be strong because she could be. She couldn’t lose him. Which was a great and terrible thing.
He wouldn’t divorce her. She was pregnant with his child.
Their marriage would never split up, but for her, it wasn’t about the marriage. Not about the legality.
It was about the way she felt for him.
It was about the love.
She breathed in, sharp and deliberate, and then continued to pleasure him.
He was lost in it, she could tell. She wanted him to be. She wanted him to surrender to this. To surrender to them.
She wanted everything.
She could feel him beginning to lose control. Feel him shaking and shivering, but he growled then lifted her up off the floor, carrying her back to the bed. Oh, what a luxury for the two of them to make it to the bed. To make it to his bed.
They’d never been together like this here in the palace. He spread her out over the blanket, and then he began to feast on her. Starting at her neck, down to her breasts. Between her legs, where he licked her until she was screaming.
They were both normally so impatient. But he took his time over her. He pushed two fingers deep within her as he began to suck then lick her, until she was crying out his name.
She was lost. There was no sense of time or place. There was only this moment.
His tongue. His hands. His breath. Her heartbeat. Her pleasure.
Him, her. Nothing more.
Her climax crashed over her like a wave, every ripple stealing her breath.
She held onto the blankets, felt the way it was against her skin, curled her fingers tighter, digging her nails into her own palms, and relished that little bit of pain.
Everything had become Onyx and Birdie. And nothing more at all.
She shattered again and again, and when he rose up to kiss her mouth, thrusting inside of her body on a growl, she couldn’t hold back anymore. “I love you.”
His thrusts became wild, unmeasured, and it was the lack of patience, the intensity of it, that had her crying out another climax, just as he went right over the edge again.
“I love you,” she whimpered. “I love you.”
He pulled away from her, his expression fierce, wild.
This was the moment she had been dreading. This was the moment she knew might happen. He was afraid.
“You don’t have to say anything,” she said.
“I’ve lost myself in this,” he said.
