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“What are you waiting for, husband?” I say, trying to be coy but failing miserably.
Quickly, far faster than I thought possible considering the past few days' events, his lips press against mine.
It’s not a kiss. It’s a declaration, a claiming, a promise of something more. It’s powerful and moving and filled with intense longing and emotion. It’s a bringing together of two beings who have looked death in the eyes and come out the other side. It’s a promise that I can cry, and he’ll always be there. I can break, and he’ll put me back together. I can do anything, and he’ll stay by my side.
It’severything.
For countless minutes, our mouths move together. He nips me, I sweep my tongue into his mouth. His hands roam over me, I grab the back of his neck and pull him towards me. This isn’t gentle, but it’s precisely what we need.
“Elva,” he murmurs my name like it’s an entire prayer to the gods. “I don’t care what happens. I will never let you go.”
In response, my hands sweep over him. They dip down, down, down until I’m tracing the lowest part of his stomach. Then I keep going.
When I touch him, feeling his hardness, he groans. “You’re going to be the death of me, Winter Fae.”
I chuckle, the sadness from earlier nowhere in sight. My fingers continue their dangerous exploration, his soft gasps and muffled curses invigorating my every movement.
My hands wrap around him, and I move to my knees. “You don’t need to do this,” he groans.
“I know.” I lower my lips, tasting the small bead of moisture on his tip. It’s salty, but somehow, tastes exactly like him.
He yells.
I smile. Pressing kisses down his length, I speak quietly. “Nathan. My husband. My love. For now until the end of my days, I swear to you, I will never leave you.”
Then I take him in my mouth. He is thick, and it takes me a few minutes to find a rhythm, but soon, he clutches at the sheets and groans as I continue to work. There is something powerful in this, in making him fall apart for me. A different kind of magic than the one running through me.
He groans, “Elva, I’m going to come.” He tugs at my head to pull me up.
I shake him off, taking him deeper. I want this. I want him.
“I’m—argh.” He comes apart, and I swallow all of him. He’s not the only one affected here. I’m hot all over, my core is tight, and moisture is gathering between my legs.
He pulls me up, settling me gently on my back.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” he says. “But I’m going to show you how much I love you daily from now until the end of time.” His eyes sparkle as he helps me out of my clothes, tossing them on the ground beside us. “Now lay still, wife of mine.”
Before I can protest, he kisses a trail down my collarbone, my breasts, my stomach, and brands me as his own. When he reaches my belly button, he rests his chin on me and looks up. His gaze is dark as he studies me.
“You are so beautiful,” he says. “I’ve waited so long for this.”
“Me too,” I say breathlessly.
His hand splays on my stomach, holding me down as his head dips between my legs. At the first touch of his tongue against me, I cry out. He chuckles darkly but doesn’t stop.
“More,” I beg shamelessly, pushing my hips against him.
He laughs, the sound rumbling through me. “So needy.”
“Mmmm,” is my only reply. “Please.”
Thank the gods, he listens.
His mouth moves over me, finding that little bud between my legs, and he licks, sucks and kisses me until I’m writhing before him.
“I’m close,” I half-whisper, half-moan.
In reply, something hot dances across my breasts.
