Page 167 of Hawthorne

Not today.

“Patience, darling,” I taunt her with a smug smirk. “You feel so good around me. Let me feel you.”

With a roll of my hips, I feel that swollen wall of hers, hitting my target. “Oh!”

“That’s it,” I coo. “Now, squeeze my dick,little Milla.”

She’s a firecracker outside of these four walls. She has grown to be one of the most impetuous women I have ever known. Brutally honest, confident, and always to-the-point. She earned the respect and loyalty of everyone in the government—and mine, too, even though she’s always had it from the start.

Her claim on that Crown was fair and solid. The only resistance she found for being a woman quickly went down the drain with how fast she learned to deal with the obstacles they provided.

Watching her rule still fascinates me every day. I help, of course, but it’s all her. And fuck if it isn’t sexy. But inside our bedroom, she gives away all the control to me. And here, I thrive on it.

She can rule the world for all I care for as long as I have this.Her.I need nothing else.

“What would the world think if they knew?” I whisper before tilting her hips up to change the angle and drive in deeper. Slowly. “If they knew that their almighty and gracious queen submits this easily to me?”

Fuck.My hips jerk on their own, slamming into her. I always lose control when it comes to her.

“Yes,” she cries out when my rhythm quickens. “Faster! Harder!”

A shiver travels down my spine, warning me of what’s to come. White spots cloud my vision, turning Camilla’s body into a light blur of stars and delight.

“Give it to me,” I demand, speeding up a notch.

Lost in an ocean of sensations and in a sky of blissfulness, we surrender ourselves to the victory of pleasure. It’s fast, hard, and intense. Searing through our bodies into our souls, weaving us together for life.

My wife. My queen. My life.

“I–”

With one hand squeezing her waist and the other firmly gripping her thigh, I relish in the way her muscles tense underneath my touch. Watching as her back arches and her head falls back with her pussy clamping down on me.

Bloody hell!

Light and darkness. Heaven and hell.

Control flees from my body, forcing a choked grunt out of my lips as I come. My hips jerk a few more times before I finally still my movements. With the adrenaline slowly wearing off, achiness starts to spread through my muscles.

“Hot damn,” she whispers, and I chuckle, letting my body fall on top of hers.

“I fucking love you,” I mumble to her hair with closed eyes.

“I lo–”

“No!”someone yells before the doors slam open.

What the–

“Get out!” I boom.

Hastily grabbing the sheets to cover Camilla, I stand and turn around, still sporting a half-mast and not fucking caring who it is.

Two women yelp, turning around while my brother, still with a panicked face, widens his eyes. The butler, a new one Camilla hired right after we married, stands awkwardly to the side.

“I tried to tell them not to come in,” Edgar starts.

“And why the fuck were you able to open a locked door?” I growl.

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