Page 108 of Greed: The Savage
Whether he had didn’t factor. Malric had extended him warning enough.
Then, with Argyll grinning wistfully at them, Addien and Malric left the Forbidden Pleasures hand in hand, and for the next great part of life’s adventure together.
The End
Epilogue
The lack of sound was what stirred Addien from her slumber. Not noise, but the peaceful silence that wrapped her in a cocoon of warmth. She longed to remain there forever.
Just a little longer.
A place of magic, where only she and Malric existed—where he had given up everything because she mattered more.
Then a pair of lips brushed her temple. “Good morning, my love.”
My love.
Here, she’d been so very certain there could be no endearment greater from this man’s lips than “love” until he’d tacked on that possessive claim.
Suddenly, leaving her dream world didn’t seem so hard, not when reality was far more exquisite.
Addien all too happily forced her heavy lashes open.
Malric’s obsidian stare met hers—the hardness etched there by his past, as much a part of him as hers was to her. Yet within those depths now dwelled a warmth he gave only to her, and it never failed to awe.
The curl of his hard, beautiful mouth told her he’d caught her thoughts and reveled in the power he held.
Once, she’d have raged at such weakness. A wistful smile toyed at her lips.
That was before.
Before Malric.
Before his love.
Pride meant nothing without love.
So lost in the gentle massage he stroked over the small of her back, it was a moment before she registered the sliver ofsunlight flickering through a crack in the black satin curtains, and Malric’s morning greeting.
Addien grunted. “I slept through the bloody night.” She did not, however, make a move herself from his big body. Had she truly ever given two damns about oversleeping?
“In fairness, you did not do much sleeping.” A purely masculine, all-knowing, and triumphant grin graced his lips. “I should have said ‘good afternoon.’ Morning came and went some hours ago,” he purred, all male satisfaction.
How easy his smile now came.
Each broken from their pasts, she and Malric worked as one towards a healing from the darkest parts of their lives…
Malric cupped her by the nape and angled her face the way he wanted her. She was already turning and lifting her mouth for the exquisite meeting of his skilled lips.
This contained a reverent gentleness that stirred her all the more. Folded in his arms, she felt all the things he’d vowed: protected, joyous, safe…loved.
“Fourteen hours.”
Addien choked. “Fourteen hours?” She’d slept more than half a day away.
“I wore you out.” His low, sonorous baritone oozed satisfaction. “You slept through every one of the ten change stops,” he said between each claim of her mouth. “Fifteen villages.” Malric grazed his lips along her neck. “Five counties.”
They’d made love on first one bench, then the other. She’d climbed astride his narrow hips and rode him in time to the carriage’s sway. Then, at the very end, after endless hours of loving left Addien replete, he’d knelt before her like a faithful knight presented to his powerful queen and proceeded to worship her with his mouth.
