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He nods and wraps his free hand in my hair, keeping my eyes on his. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, you know that?” he whispers, his thumb caressing me in that way I like. “Nothing I won’t do to make you smile, to keep you looking at me this way.”
My hips begin to move against his fingers, and his expression shifts. “Show me my favorite sight,” he pleads, curling his fingers inside me. “Please, Raya. I need to see you come for me.”
He watches me as I slowly unravel for him, our eyes locked as my muscles begin to contract. “That’s it,” he whispers, looking enchanted. “Come for your husband, little fairy.” I moan his name, and it feels more intimate this time. I feel more vulnerable. My heightened emotions just make it an even better experience than ever before.
Lex slowly pulls his fingers out of me, his eyes widening when I lock my legs around his hips and pull him closer. He looks at me with a hint of insecurity, and I smile as I reach for him, my hand sliding into his trousers to wrap around his cock. “I want you,” I whisper. “I’ve missed you.”
He inhales shakily as he lines himself up and pushes just the tip in before grabbing my face, his gaze roaming over me. “I miss you too, baby. Every second of every day.”
Lex pushes into me slowly, his eyes never leaving mine as he takes me, pushing inch after inch into me. He looks tormented, like he’s desperate for me, but he takes it slow nonetheless, like he wants to savor the moment, commit it to memory.
“I want this with you forever,” he whispers, grabbing my hips. “I will always be yours, Raya.” He pulls out almost all the way, only to thrust back into me, our eyes locked. “Forever and always. I will love you for as long as my heart beats, and longer still.”
I moan as he takes me slowly, his eyes never leaving mine as he continues to tell me that he loves me, over and over again, his touch as filled with desperation as his words are.
Sixty-Seven
Lex
I stare at the date on my watch, my heart heavy. Four weeks seemed like a lot of time, but in the end, it flew by. I tried so hard to be the husband Raya deserves, only to realize that I can’t be. My best isn’t enough — it never will be. Not for something as incredible as my wife.
“Is everything okay?”
I look up to find my little fairy standing in the doorway to our living room, her gaze filled with concern. She’s so fucking precious, and fuck, there’s no way I could ever be what she needs. We both know it.
“Yeah,” I murmur, my heart aching more with each beat. I offer her my hand, and she takes it with a smile. “There’s something I want to show you.”
Raya nods and entwines our fingers. She smiles at me in that way I love, and bitterness unfurls in my stomach. That’s probably what I’ll miss most — the intimacy between us. Her sweet smiles, the way she laughs at my silly jokes, and the way she sighs just before I kiss her.
It kills me to know someone else will find out that her feet are ticklish, and that she likes honey in her coffee but ginger in her tea. Another man will learn that running a finger down her spine makes her shiver, and that she hates mornings but loves sunsets.
He’ll have everything that used to be mine. My wife’s long hair brushing against his face in the morning, and his old college t-shirts covering her body. Her little whimpers when she doesn’t want to wake up just yet.
I tighten my grip on her hand as I lead her to our garage, my chest hollow. She’ll take my heart with her when she leaves, and I almost wish I never knew what it’s like to be hers, to be loved.
Raya gasps when she spots the yellow supercar I spent the last few weeks building, her name in small metal letters on the back. “I named it after you,” I murmur. “It’s fully solar powered, thanks to your dad’s generosity. He let me apply some of his ideas to this car for you, turning it into the first-ever solar supercar to ever exist. It’s thoroughly tested, but it isn’t a commercial vehicle.”
“Wow,” she whispers. Her eyes sparkle with such pride, and fuck if it doesn’t humble me. No one has ever believed in me the way she does, supported me quietly and without question. “This is incredible, Lex. I can’t believe you named it afterme.”
“How could I not, when it’s your car?” I smile as I hold up the key, the handle shaped like a heart, the initials RW on it. Even the key is bespoke, but it’s the only hint of the Windsor name I’ve put on any aspect of the car.
She stares at me in disbelief. “You’re joking.”
I shake my head and gently cup her face, my throat tight. “All yours,” I murmur.The car. My heart. All of it.
Raya grins as she takes the keys from me, her eyes filled with reverence as she walks around it, assessing every last detail with wonder. She’s lavish with her praise, seemingly genuinely delighted by my gift.
“I hope you smile like that every time you drive it,” I murmur as she strokes the hood of the car with her fingers. “I hope it’ll make you think of me every once in a while.”
Her gaze snaps to mine, and she raises a brow, but she doesn’t say anything as she opens the door. “Join me,” she says, her voice softer now.
I nod and sit down in the passenger seat, my heart bleeding. Raya’s eyes roam over the interior, and all the while, I just watch her. “What’s this?” she asks, her finger tracing the small button with a Psi logo on it.
“It’s a direct line to Silas Sinclair. If you’re ever in trouble, press that. It’ll alert him, and it’ll have the full force of both his and the Windsors’ private security rushing toward you to ensure your safety, no matter where you might be.” I hesitate then, looking away. “I won’t be notified. It’s not a way to track you, and though this car is tied into our security measures just like all our other vehicles are, I don’t have access to the data. The button is just a safety measure.”
She nods, her expression unreadable. The way she’s looking at me is new, a mixture of understanding and wonder, all at once.
Raya’s hand trembles as she gently touches the button shaped like a fairy’s wings. “What does this do?”
