Page 165 of The Princesses of Ruin
“Those are just for me.”
She kisses me, and what started cute and brief quickly becomes something passionate and fevered.
“When is the next meeting?” I ask between kisses.
“Twenty minutes, maybe less.”
I pick her up and lay her gently on the table. She laughs and pushes the notebooks aside. I push between her thighs.
“Is this okay?” I ask, touching her stomach and then her legs.
“It’s perfect,” she says, running her hands down my arms.
I push back the skirt of her dress and rip open her undergarment. Her laugh is drenched in sultry need. I drag my finger throughher center to circle her clit, and that laugh transforms into a moan quickly.
My other hand undoes the buckles of my armor at my waist as I work Lily to completion for the first time. The multitasking is difficult, and so it takes longer than I’d like, but she gets there. Before she has a chance to come down, I push into her.
Gone are the weapons that kept her safe from pirates. Gone are the fangs that saved her life. She’s gentle and soft, but I love every inch of her still.
Lily holds my gaze as I thrust into her shallowly. She grabs my hand, moving it over her clit.
“Please, sir,” she begs, and my release threatens to spill over.
I steady my breathing and rub her clit in time with my hips. The papers fall off the table and flutter to the floor as Lily moans louder, and louder. It’s no secret to anyone on this floor what’s happening in this room.
Good.
Let them know that I fuck my wife well, and never leave her wanting.
Her legs tighten on my sides and her brow scrunches. “Alastair, I…I’m so close.”
I don’t change a thing. I keep up the same rhythm, focusing on making sure my hand matches the pace. She tosses her head to the side and sucks down a deep gasp. I let myself go, coming into her as she fights through the last bit of resistance.
“I can feel you come,” she moans. “Oh, fuck, Alastair.”
Her muscles tighten and she screams. The sound nearly makes me come again. I keep thrusting until her balled fists are twitching beside her head. Slowly, I relax my pace. She pants heavily, her tussled hair glowing in the light of the sun through the window.
I lean over her and kiss her neck, loving the way her arms come around me and pull me close. I will never grow tired of loving her. Never grow weary of the sounds she makes or the way she accepts me. Never.
“Promise me,” she whispers.
“Anything,” I reply.
“If she fails, we’ll save her.”
The brand on my wrist burns.
“Somehow…we will.”
Chapter fifty-seven
Jasper
The languid figure of Vek’ihr appears at the edge of the coral. My spines deploy on instinct, my body on alert. I pull in a deep gillful of water and remind myself that the ga’hanoi are not my enemy, that we made a peace pact with them. That they are just as hurt and needing of help as my people. And that I was part of that hurt.
I did kill several of them, and destroy their government.
Reina says she’ll never forgive me for that, but I hope she will. She’s worried how I could so easily murder sentient beings. It was out of necessity. I saw an opportunity for lasting change and peace with them, and I took it.
