Page 82 of His Little Devil

By the time Luke joins me my food is demolished, and I'm fighting not to eat his bacon.

“Water's ready,” he tells me, moving over to my side of the bed, scooping me up into his arms, and carrying me like his bride until we reach the tub.

A gasp escapes my lips and I smile. “Luke, this is incredible,” I praise him. He's covered the room with candles and the giant tub is full of the most delicious smelling bubbles.

“Enjoy, Little Devil, I'll be back to wash your hair.”

I reach out for him to stay, but he just laughs and kisses my forehead.

“I'm going to eat, I'll be back.”

Nodding, I sigh as he lays me into the water. “Oh my God,” I groan as the magical water consumes my body and massages my sore muscles. “This is heaven. I don't think I ever want to leave,” I mumble, and Luke laughs from the doorway.

The tray with his breakfast is floating in front of him, and he's chomping on a piece of crispy bacon, watching me.

He's ditched the clown pants, thank God, and his dick is growing harder the more I look at him.

Snapping his fingers, the food disappears, and he prowls toward me with that look in his eyes.

Moving into the water, he flips us until I'm straddling him and without any hesitation he's inside of me again, pumping his hips slowly making my insides tremble.

“Now this is Heaven,” he growls, and I can't help, but to agree with him.

LUKE

“Sire, we have matters to attend to at Alistar Academy,” Thimon says, barging into my office interrupting my moment with mywife.

“Out!” I bark, and he lifts his eyes from that fucking tablet he has glued to his hands, and his gaze widens as he notices me on my knees for my queen.

“Oh, I think I'm going to be sick,” he whimpers, running from the room.

“Is he always so dramatic?” Silver asks, running her nails through my hair, pulling me back between her legs.

I don't think I will ever tire of pleasing my wife. If she requested me to live on my knees and between her thighs for eternity I would.

Her scent is my aphrodisiac, and her moans are my symphony.

Licking her once more, I hum as she fights to stay seated.

It's been three weeks now since the wedding, and I still haven't received any clues or visions of our child being conceived.

I don't know what else to do. I give her a daily tonic with her breakfast to help her fertility and I've been drinking goat's blood to help my seed.

I have never struggled to impregnate a woman before and I'm wondering if I'm being punished now.

Silver is my true queen. The only woman I have deemed worthy of being my bride. She will be the perfect mother to my heir, and he will be the Star chosen, leading our coven to victory against the Hunters.

It's been prophesied, but what wasn't announced is when Silver and I will have this child.

I know she's getting antsy and wants to return to the Academy. I've been thinking about it, and once she is pregnant, I will grant her that wish.

She may frolick once more with her lovers and Kane. I will even return to teaching those mindless minions.

I could use a break from all the torturing and the heat. I wouldn't mind Salem's weather.

But first I must impregnate my wife, who seems to have some form of chastity belt on her damn uterus.

Silver moans, coming hard on my tongue, and I don't give her a moment to come down from her orgasm.

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