Page 147 of Shâhzâdeh

“I don’t mind it. I like nasty Xerxes.” I squeezed him closer to me loving the way he smelled like us. Like my natural scent mixed with his and we’d created something that was just us. Mixed with the light scent of sex and perspiration. This scent was a reminder that for the first time in my life I’d been pleasured for hours by a man Ichose. A man I loved. Today had dawned too beautiful for me to for me to believe it was real. But it was.

“How do you feel zhis morning? I’d planned to have an elaborate breakfast for you but zhen I got sidetracked staring at you. But tell me what you’d like to eat for breakfast and I will have it ready wizin the hour.” He looked so relaxed, as though giving me pleasure had caused the problems of the world to be cast off his shoulders for a while.

“Can we just lay here?’

“Togezer?”

I leaned up and glanced over his shoulder, turning my head to survey the sunlight filled room. “You see anyone else in here?”

He pulled me back down into his arms as I laughed. The slight bounce of my body into his felt natural, the way we moved with ease a testament to the time we’d spent together and the love we had for each other. “Zhere’d better not be.”

“Then I want to enjoy how this feels. I haven’t had this and I think I like it.” Without shame, I wrapped my arms around him as he hauled my body around his.

“My closeness isn’t making you uncomfortable?” His hand found its spot on the top of my hip and I loved that it had found its home there.

“It’s comforting, you always have been.”

He looked surprised at my easy confession and I refused to be shy about it anymore. The only way to describe the look on his face was filled with love. And peace. He was completely peaceful when he looked at me and I loved being his reprieve from the outside world. “Confessions after a night of passion? I may ask your permission to be wiz you multiple times a day if I get zhis extra soft Vanya after I please you.”

I rolled my eyes because after how we spent last night I would’ve hoped he would understand that we were good. “You don’t have to ask—”

“I do until I’m assured your comfort is permanent. Not to treat you as zough somezing is wrong but so zhat you know my only desire is for you to feel safe wiz me always in all ways.”

I blushed feeling the sincerity of his words and noting the seriousness in his eyes. His words turned me on and I could feel myself getting aroused despite the soreness I felt between my legs. I could remember the feeling before. The ache that made me feel ugly and useless. Like I was just there for him. But this ache was different. More intense. A reminder of how my beautiful husband desired me. Saw me as the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen. Enough to protect me with his body, when bullets were flying and when danger was around. I was incredibly lucky to have a man, a husband who felt so deeply for me.

“You make me want you again. I’ve never felt pleasure like that before and I hate that I can’t even be coy and deny how good you made me feel.”

“You zhink I have an issue wiz tellin’ you how good you feel when I’m inside you, Vanya?” His voice was lower, his eyes flickering down to my lips as he moved closer to me and pulled my leg over his hip. Even laying down he could rotate his hips the same way he did while we were standing and he brushed my lips with his hardness.

My hands shook slightly as I was allowing myself to feel the pleasure he wanted to provide. I felt myself get slicker and instead of being embarrassed that I was reacting; I wanted him to see how good he made me feel. “No…maybe. I’m not worried about being judged, but you know how programming can be.”

“I do. Which means I need to love all of zhis out of you. Fuck all of it out you.” Xerx was pressing harder, his dick breeching my core teasing me more than with each roll of his hips.

“You won’t have any complaints from me.”

“You said you wanted to enjoy it before. What didn’t you get to do?” He slipped inside, the soreness that I felt still there but overwhelmed by the tender way my husband handled my body to ensure that he didn’t cause me any pain. Well, more than he had to given how thick and long he was.

I tried to focus on what he was asking and not on how he made me feel. With each stroke, I felt how deep he was going and how much more relaxed I was becoming. Xerxes’ jaw was clenched his lips tucked with his nostrils flared as he moved inside of me. He slapped my hip and I knew he wanted me to answer him.

“Be on top. Oral sex for me. More positions. Just enjoying it, really. But we more than checked that off the list last night.” He was going harder and I felt my release start.

“We will do all zhat and more. But first I want to pull zhe first expression of your pleasure out of you for zhe morning. Let me please my wife,azizam,so we can rest and get started on your list.”

I looked around the room and made a decision I knew I wasn’t going to regret.

I was going to cook for my husband.

While it was an ordinary task for some, having basically been an unpaid maid for my adoptive parents and then a live-in slave to my ex ruined the task. It wasn’t labor that I had provided willfully and it made me resentful thinking about doing it after I was away from them. But with Xerxes I wanted to. It wasn’t the cliché I got some good dick so now I wanted to cook for my man.

I mean, I got some amazing dick. The man made me cum. A sensation that was so foreign but was now something that I was craving. I felt like everything in the world was perfect when I was in his presence, but being physically connected was an unspeakable spiritual bond. But it was far more than that. Xerxes spent all of his time ensuring I was good in every way. In the short time that we’d been intimate, Xerxes’ focus was on ensuring I was comfortable, happy and completely satisfied. Multiple times normally. It reinforced the nature I perceived was genuine. That he would always put me first in everything he did.

Xerxes needed to check in with Quentin and Sho and I was supposed to be relaxing in the bed waiting on him but I got up. We’d fallen back asleep and I loved that he was focused on us and didn’t let the outside world interfere. I’d long since let my walls down with Xerxes but now every side of me was exposed. I trusted him, willingly shared every part of me happily and I wanted to thank him for being a place where I was safe.

There were plenty of meals that were inside the fridge and freezer that were probably going to taste better than anything I could whip up. It didn’t deter me from trying to find something to make.

Within a few minutes, I’d found what I needed in the overstocked kitchen and started to pull out ingredients that I would need to cook. I knew Xerxes tried to eat healthy, but this was our honeymoon so I wasn’t about to make grilled chicken and salad.

I’d gotten so lost in what I was doing I didn’t realize that I’d drawn an audience. I glanced up and saw Sho, Quentin and Xerxes standing in the kitchen doorway with confused looks on their faces. All three were dressed down, well what Quentin and Sho would consider dressed down since they were still in all black. What alarmed me was the weapons they all had drawn down to their sides. I immediately clutched the knife I’d been using to cut up onions before I glanced around the room.

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