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“No one could take me from you if I didn’t want to go.”
“Do you want to?”
“No.”
“Then who is he?” I can’t tell him that. I made a promise and I am intent on keeping it.
“Why are you protecting him? What if he wants to harm you, Aurora? I need to assess if someone is a danger to you.” His frustration with my silence will change this night from a happy one to a thoughtful one. “I want to believe you, but if you would trust me, if you would trust yourself to really want to stay with me, you would tell me.”
“Don’t.”
“What? Tell the truth?”
“Emotional blackmail, really?”
He cups my face and says, “I need to protect you.”
I place my hands over his. “I don’t need protection from him. And I want to spend time with him, get to know him, and when I decide that, you will not keep it from happening.”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“Because I’ll come back home to you.”
“Why are you protecting him, then? From me?”
From my father, and to a certain extent, from Kieran. I don’t want to put a man who would do anything to protect me in danger. Hayden is the only family member I’ve ever met from my mom’s side. If she trusted him, I trust he won’t hurt me.
“I trust only once, Aurora.”
“It’s enough.”
I hope it is. He presses me to him and kisses my forehead. “There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”
“Thank you.”
“Is he a threat to what we have?”
“No, never. I am yours, just yours, only ever yours,” I say breathlessly.
“I would kill him. No remorse. No guilt. If he betrays your trust and ever puts you in danger, I will, regardless of your pleas. He would have come for you already if he were man enough because God knows I would have.”
“Because you’re being irrational when it comes to me.”
His lips arch up into a thoughtful smile, and I kiss him. “I like that. I like that a lot.”
“Turning my princess into a little devil?”
“I need to if I’m going to stay on the throne next to my husband.”
I wish I could preserve this moment, unaffected by the dust time puts on memories. His eyes shine with so much more than adoration, his mouth glued to mine. But I can’t.
Instead, I will enjoy it for what it is, a beautiful moment that will pass, but we’ll have millions more.
***
The next morning I wake up, a smile stretching my lips as I feel his hands gliding down my belly, parting my legs. Mischief flickers in his eyes.
His fingers play with my pussy, and I arch my back, the sensation crashing down on me, awakening me at full speed. The sounds of my wetness echo in the room, telling of my want. I look down to see his glistening fingers moving in and out of my pussy. What a sight: my gloriously naked husband fully engrossed in making my pussy his plaything.
