Page 150 of Tarnished Queen

“You’re gorgeous,” I say, draping her hand over my forearm.

“You’re incorrigible,” she whispers back as we near the front doors.

The doorman stands to attention, but his eyes drag over Belle in her gown for a moment too long. I drop her arm and slide my hand around her waist instead, pulling her tightly against my side. “And you’re mine.”

Her lips press into a tight knot, fighting against her smile. “Am I? I think I’ve forgotten. As soon as the ceremony is over, maybe you can remind me. From behind.”

I bite down on my knuckle. “Do you want peace between us and the Greeks or not? Because I am dangerously close to carrying you out of here and making you make all my favorite noises.”

Belle just laughs and pulls me into the crowd.

* * *

The babysitter is already on the plane when Belle and I arrive.

“Inessa went down like a dream,” she informs us. “She’ll sleep for a few hours, I’m sure. So now that you’re here, I’m going to go sleep, too, if that’s okay?”

Belle waves her on. “Of course. That’s the benefit of getting the jet with the private rooms. We can actually relax.”

“Because we won’t relax enough in Iceland,” I chuckle.

In all the chaos after Xena died and Christo took over, Belle and I never had a formal honeymoon. So now that Inessa is old enough to travel and allow Belle a bit of free time, we’re heading to the same resort we went to what feels like a lifetime ago.

Belle thanks Brienne for her help and then starts to settle in for the long flight.

While the plane takes off, she brushes her hair out and washes her face. And as soon as we’re cruising, she slips into the bathroom to trade her formal gown for a lounge set. A few minutes later, she reemerges. The shorts flounce around her toned thighs and the V-neck dips dangerously low across her chest. She told me she bought it because it was “nursing-friendly,” but right now, it looks made for me.

“Aren’t you going to change?” she asks me. The seats across the aisle have been laid back to create a full-size bed. Belle drops down onto it with a satisfied sigh.

I eye her over the top of my drink. “I didn’t see much point.”

She swallows, but plays dumb. “Sleep in a suit if you want, I guess. I prefer to get comfortable.” She makes a big show of pulling a blanket over her and rolling away from me onto her side.

She’s playing hard to get. My favorite.

Silently, I set my drink aside and loosen the knot of my tie. I toss my jacket over the back of the seat in front of me. I can practically see Belle shivering with anticipation. As I crawl into the space behind her, she instinctively arches back against me. She gasps when she feels my erection against her ass.

“I’m trying to sleep, Nikolai.”

I press a kiss to the back of her neck. “Too bad. You’re mine, remember?”

“Well, this wife of yours is going to sleep.”

I slide my hand down her leg and then pull her towards me, twisting her hips and opening her legs to me. My fingers slip between her thighs and cup the warm curve of her sex. She presses gently into my palm, and immediately, I pull my hand away.

“Unzip my pants,” I whisper in her ear.

She rolls over so she’s facing me, an eyebrow arched. “I thought you were the one who was supposed to please me.”

“Give a little to get a little,kiska.”

Belle stares at me for a moment before she reaches for my pants and does as I ask. She makes quick work of it, shoving the material down my legs and pulling me free. Her hands are small and warm, and I pump softly against her silky skin as I growl deep in my chest.

“Touch yourself,” I tell her.

Instantly, Belle slides her other hand between her legs and inside her shorts. She strokes herself, matching the rhythm to the slide of her palm over my cock. In no time at all, we’re both thrusting to the pleasure.

“Do you want me to touch you?”

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