Page 80 of Alpha's Exiled Mate
He came forward slowly, tortuously, his fingers brushing the straps of my gown down my shoulders. “I want to remember this… every second of tonight. The way you look. The way you taste. The way you say my name like it’s the only one you’ve ever loved.”
I felt like crying because this still felt like a dream but then he kissed me and everything melted inside me.
His kiss was gentle.
No rush. No urgency. Just warm lips that danced along mine, assuring me ‘we made it’ and ‘we fucking did it, baby’.
He peeled the dress down inch by inch, his lips brushing every spot he revealed. My shoulders, my collarbone, the soft swell of my breasts, the valley between my globes…
The petals on the floor stuck to our feet as he guided me backward, his touch never leaving an inch of my skin. When my knees hit the bed, he knelt, then he looked up at me like I was his holy grail and ordered. “Lie down, princess.”
I did.
The sheets were cool beneath me, scattered with petals as the bed dipped to carry my weight. He slid in beside me, one handcupping my cheek, the other slipping around my waist to draw me against him.
The kiss this time was deeper. Wetter. Rougher.
His tongue brushed mine like he was tasting the moment, not just my lips.
His leg slipped between mine, his thigh nudging my pussy and making me squirm. I needed him. Scratch needs, I wanted my husband to claim me like I was his and he was mine.
“I love how you sound,” he murmured. “Every breath, every sigh… it’s all I’ve ever wanted to hear.”
Then he was back to kissing down my neck, to palming my breasts in his hand while he sucked the pleasure right up my spine. By the time he got to my stomach, I was not buzzing but lit aflame from the delicious sensations pounding against my chest and the space between my legs.
Perock paused near my belly, kissing the skin there the way he never got to when I was pregnant with our daughter. And when his mouth dipped lower, between my thighs, I knew what this man wanted without looking him in the eye.
He wanted to worship me and he did. His tongue was warm, his hands soft on my hips, as he held me gently and ate me out like it was his sole occupation.
I whispered his name after every flick and every second his tongue dipped inside me.
I chanted his name like a mantra, riding his face like I was high on nothing but my own orgasm. My thighs trembled around his head, my fingers buried in his hair, and when I finally shattered, the bond between us crackled so hard, that I thought I'd traveled to heaven and back.
Perock climbed back up after licking every inch of me clean. He kissed me until I was breathing again right before he settled between my legs, eyes locked with mine.
“Let me in,” he whispered. “Let me love you right.”
“You already do.”
Then he slid inside me slowly, so slowly that it made me cry out. Not from pain but from how full, how right, how whole I felt.
Each thrust inside me felt like he was reminding me how much I meant to him. It wasn’t frantic. It wasn’t wild. It was deep. Skin on skin, chest to chest, mouth to mouth. He cradled my head as he moved inside me, whispering things against my lips I never wanted to forget.
“You’re my home.”
“My queen.”
“My reason.”
“My everything.”
In the months that followed, Perock and I began to govern the two nations together. At first, there were indeed many challenges—unifying the laws of both countries, balancing the interests of the nobility, integrating the armies, and helping the people adapt to the new rule. But we supported each other, facing every obstacle as a team.
Though my mother had stepped back from the forefront, she still visited regularly, offering us invaluable advice. She especially enjoyed spending time with Anna, teaching her about Fellinger’s history and traditions while marveling at Anna’s innate leadership skills and judgment.
“She will become a great queen,” my mother said one day, watching Anna practice small spells in the garden. “Greater than both you and I.”
I nodded in agreement. “There’s a special power within her.”
