Page 55 of Treasured By 3

“I will soon enough,” he promises.

“Soon?” I ask. “Do you have to study?”

“No. I’ll get a book and read you fun history facts until you’re so horny and in love with me, you can’t help yourself,” he teases.

He disappears before I can follow up on that, and Lief offers me his hand. I take it and he sweeps me up into a simple waltz, but then the music moves faster. He spins me until I gasp and pulls me close. “Fuck, Lief.”

“Just let me lead you. You can trust me,” he whispers.

I exhale and nod. It’s fast and wild, some kind of swing with other elements until the music slows again and he pulls me back into his arms. I stroke over those arms. “What is this present you mentioned?”

“Less of a present and more of ... a sign,” Lief says.

“I want to see,” I insist.

“It’s not appropriate to show you ... yet,” he says, his blue eyes threatening to ruin my sanity.

“Lief,” I whisper.

“You have my heart forever and I want to prove it to you and anyone else who ever sees me shirtless,” he says.

I realize I’ve stopped dancing at that point. I’m just panting, staring at my husband. “Get me off the dance floor.”

His eyes soften. “Are you going to be sick, pet?”

“Sure, that’s what it is.” I take his hand and lead him from the dance floor. The second I find a secluded spot, I pull his tie, dragging him down to kiss me. Lief groans and lets me back him against the wall.

“I’m not patient,” I say against his lips. “I don’t want to wait to see it. Now.”

He nods, glances around, then pulls me between two brick walls. I push Lief down and he chuckles before taking off his jacket and setting it to the side. I rip through his shirt, not caring about the buttons. Lief looks down, then at the knife in my hand, the same one he gave me.

“I never go anywhere without it, Lief. It’s the best thing I’ve ever been given, other than the rings on my fingers,” I whisper.

Lief looks from me to the knife, then pulls it from my hand, setting it down on the ground as he kisses me. He rolls on top of me and bunches my dress up. Before he can push my underwear to the side, I grab his hand. “Look first, Viking. It’s my present.”

He looks down, sees his name on my panties, then cups my face in his hand as he kisses me, his tongue plundering deep, but there’s something so soft, so warm, so perfect. I stroke over his chest and he hisses, drawing back. I look down and see a viper there, in gray and black, right in the center of his chest. I kiss just above it and look up at him.

“You got ... me?” I ask.

He nods and leans forward, kissing my forehead. He kisses me again and again, deeper and hungrier, before pushing my underwear off to the side as I drag his pants down. He thrusts into me and I gasp, arching back and moaning.

Lief covers my mouth. “Be quiet or we’ll get caught.”

“I don’t care. The knife is right there,” he says against my lips.

I dig my fingers into his ass and kiss across his collarbone. “That feels so good.”

“You feel good,” he argues.

I drag my nails down the back of his neck, kissing him deeper as he fucks me, taking his time and making sure I feel everything. I shake my head at him, then bite his bottom lip. “Fuck me. Really fuck me.”

Lief groans and bundles me in his arms, pulling me onto his lap. I ride him hard and fast, pulling his hair, kissing him, ruining his clothes the best way I can as we try to stay quiet. We cover each other’s mouths as we get close, and I whine against his palm. Lief pumps his hips up and into me over and over again until my eyes roll back. He grabs the back of my neck, so I stay right where I am as I come.

Lief’s hips lift, then he pulls out of me. I wrap my lips around his cock. Lief groans and thrusts deep in my throat before he comes apart. He bites his hand to stay quiet as his back arches and he grinds into my mouth. I draw back and swallow, licking my lips.

“Fuck,” he pants.

“You should show Hunter what it means to be romantic,” I pant.

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