Page 31 of Broken Kingdom

It’s almost as if Hermione knew what we were up to before we did.

Or maybe she just knows what it’s like to be in love like this, so in love you don’t care how tired you are or how much danger waits on the other side of the next sunrise. Even if I’d been up for twice as long, the sight of Juliet stripping off her sweatshirt and t-shirt as she backs toward the small bed in the corner would have me wide awake and ready to show her what she means to me.

“I know it was only a day, but damn, I missed you,” I say, tossing our backpacks on the floor and shrugging off my own shirt.

“I missed you, too,” she says, dropping her sweatpants and stepping out of them completely nude. She cocks her head to one side, shrugging an almost shy shoulder as she says, “Layla forgot to get underwear.”

“Layla’s a genius,” I say, already rock-hard and desperate to be inside her. “Remind me to tell her so tomorrow.”

“Do you think it will be different now?” Juliet asks as I fetch a condom and join her beside the bed, standing close enough to feel the heat rising from her body.

“Think what will be different?” I ask, slipping my arm around her waist and drawing all her softness against me. She feels so good, I can’t help the soft moan of relief that escapes the back of my throat.

“Sex,” she says, bringing her hands to rest on my bare chest. “Do you think it will feel more serious now that we’re married?”

I think for a second. “Maybe. Sometimes.” I bend my head, pressing a gentle kiss to her upturned lips. “But sometimes it will be silly and fun. Or kinky and rough. Or comforting and close. It’ll be all the things we are together and all the things we’ll learn to be.”

She slides her arms up to loop around my neck, hugging me closer as she rests her forehead against mine. “I want a long time, Ford. I want to know you when I’m thirty and forty and old enough to have grandbabies and for our grandbabies to have babies.”

“When should we start on this baby mission?” I ask, my dick loving the thought of coming inside her so much that pre-come starts to leak from my tip.

“In a few years, maybe,” she says, grinning against my lips as I kiss her again. “Once we have the pack turned around and things feel safer. And once I’ve had the chance to fuck you in acrobatic ways, I doubt would be easy to manage if I were pregnant.”

“Acrobatic fucking.” I sigh happily and nip at her ear lobe, making her emit a soft purring sound as I add, “That sounds like nearly as much fun as coming inside you without a condom.”

“Oh, it’s going to be more fun,” she says, pulling me down to the bed. “Just you wait and see.”

But she doesn’t make me wait for long.

Soon she’s on top of me, straddling my hips as she fists her hand around my throbbing cock. She holds my gaze as she slides the condom on and positions me at her entrance. And then she sinks down, taking every inch of me inside her, taking me home.

I sigh as she leans forward, capturing my lips for a kiss as she begins to move. “Love you, baby. So much.”

“So much,” she echoes. “Don’t ever leave me, okay? Not ever? No matter what?”

“No matter what,” I promise, touched that this fiercely independent woman feels safe letting me know how much she wants me by her side. “You’re stuck with me. For keeps. I don’t remember what I wanted before I wanted you, Jules. You’re it for me. You’re…everything.”

“Goddess, Ford, you feel so perfect inside me,” she says, moving faster. “I know I should slow down, but I can’t. I need to come on you. I need to feel you coming with me.”

“Me, too, sweetheart,” I say, groaning as she braces her hand on my chest and her breath and thrusts come faster. “Fuck, yes, Juliet. Ride me. Ride me hard, baby. Take what you need. I want to give you everything. Always.”

“Yes, Ford, oh yes. I’m there, I’m coming,” she pants, her lips parting and her spine arching as her pussy locks around my cock.

Head spinning, I grip her hips, taking control. I slam her down on my aching dick again and again, drawing out her orgasm as I drive toward my own. Finally, when I can’t hold back any longer, I buck into her one last time and lose myself in the kind of soul-melting bliss I’ve only ever felt with this woman.

Gliding my hand up to grip the back of her neck as I ride out the wave of pleasure, I whisper into her ear, “Now, you’re really mine. No take backs.”

After a few moments, she pulls back, grinning down at me as she says, “No take backs. But maybe a shower? Together?”

“Can I take another condom in there?” I ask. “Just in case?”

“I would be deeply saddened if you didn’t,” she says, rolling off me and starting toward the small bathroom in the corner. When she reaches the door, she looks over her shoulder with a bob of her eyebrows. “Well, hurry up, husband. We don’t have all night. We really should try to get at least a little sleep.”

And we do, but not before I’ve had my wife against the wall in the shower, making her scream my name even louder than she did the first time.

Then, and only then, do we snuggle under the covers and let the sound of the waterfall outside lull us to sleep. And even though I know tomorrow holds nothing but danger and violence, I’m not afraid. It’s impossible to be afraid with Juliet in my arms.

As long as she’s beside me, everything is right with the world, even in the middle of the worst kind of wrong.

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