Page 91 of Under the Lion Star

“I won’t. I’m sorry,” my mouth met hers softly. “But you have to promise me to stop whatever digging you’ve been doing.”

“Or else?”

“Or else I will force you onto a ship and send you to some faraway land where no one can ever touch you. I love you. I know you’re capable, but I can’t let you risk your safety for mine.”

She let out a quiet sob as I walked us backward until she met the wall. My lips found hers, lightly grazing. Zialda’s hands went to my tunic, but her movements were slow and methodical in contrast to the usual desperation with which she disrobed me.

I matched her pace, slowly freeing her of each article of clothing as our tongues slid past one another in a gentle exploration. Every movement was careful yet efficient, and piece by piece, the garments fell to the floor, pooling around our feet.

My hand drifted across her stomach, down between her thighs, and found her warm and wet as I stroked her body with the reverence she deserved. Her mouth parted on an inhale as I slid two fingers into her, pressing my palm against her apex, which I knew was already aching.

Her eyes opened, fixed on mine, until I dropped my head and moved my lips down her jaw and throat. Covering every inch of her skin that I could reach, I sped up my motions while her body grew taut.

“Leor,” she breathed.

Her hands slid around my neck, and I removed my fingers, gripping the back of her thighs and hoisting her up against the wall. Zialda’s legs wrapped around my waist. She reached down, taking hold of my cock and positioning me at her entrance before slowly lowering herself down, inch by inch.

We groaned in unison. She felt fucking perfect. Warm and wet. I moved my hips slowly, holding back on the need to thrust into her with abandon as I normally did. This wasn’t me fucking my wife; this was a physical demonstration of how badly I needed her in order to survive. As if she were the air that filled my lungs.

I kept the slow pace but pushed against her to ensure that with each movement, I filled as much of her as possible. Her brows pinched inward at the intrusion, her head shaking ever so slightly while her thighs trembled in my hands.

“You’re doing so well, wife,” I murmured against her lips. “So perfect. So beautiful.”

“Leor,” she whimpered.

“That’s my girl,” I grunted, pressing as deep into her cunt as I could. “Taking my cock like the perfect little wife you are.”

I moved my arm underneath her, supporting her weight on it alone as I trailed my other hand between us and began to stroke her with rough circles.

Her head tilted back, that snow-white hair drifting over her shoulders, giving me more access to her neck, collarbone, and breasts.

Gently, I nipped at her skin, licking and sucking as I continued to work her with my hand in time with my slow thrusts. Z’s fingers raked through my hair, her moans turning to desperate pleas as her body tensed in my hold.

“Shit,” she gasped. “Please.”

“I got you.”

She came apart around me, her body constricting around my cock as I continued my methodical movements. Her panting breaths, whispering out my name over and over, pushed me over the edge, and I forced her down onto my cock with rough pulls as I filled her with my release.

Neither of us moved, her ankles still locked behind my back, and our foreheads pressed together as we worked to catch our breath.

“I love you, too,” she said so quietly I nearly missed it.

“Z,” my face fell, but she cupped my jaw in her palms.

“I do,” she said in a commanding tone. “You believe in me. So wholly. You encourage me to show the world that I am a capable woman. You value family above all else. And not the traditional family we are taught is the ‘right way’ but family in the sense of those we choose. You’re loyal and doting, and I love you. Please don’t ask me to leave.”

“I won’t,” I pressed my lips to hers. “You’re stuck by my side forever.”

She smiled. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

Chapter 31

Zialda

As much as I loved my husband’s concern over my well-being, I was going to figure out who was trying to kill him whether he wanted me to or not. He and his little circle of brothers had botched this entire operation so far, and now that I knew he felt for me what I did for him, I was desperate to get this looming cloud out of the way so we could enjoy our lives together.

Leor believed I was visiting with my sisters this evening, which was mostly true. He failed to account for one thing: my sisters were just as meddlesome as I was.

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