“Don’t close it again,” she warned. “If you get to hear my embarrassing thoughts, I get to hear yours.”

“Fine.”

“Most couples would figure out how their sex drives worked together before marriage, right?”

“I don’t know all the details about how marriage works in your world.”

“Well, they would. Most of them, at least. Some people have a high drive, some have a low drive. Some are in-between. Historically, I’m pretty low, but I’ve never had a hard time getting turned on if someone initiates.”

“Don’t speak about the human males you’ve been with unless you want me to kill them, Sweetheart.”

“There’s a point.” Aria started tracing again. “I was asking about your sex drive.”

“I have no idea historical evidence in either direction. I only fucked women from other kingdoms before I became king, and it’s been several human lifetimes since then.”

“So right now, you’re pretty backed up, so to speak. Sexually constipated.”

I barked out a laugh. “It’s a crude way to put it, but accurate.”

“So if we want to figure out whether you have a high or low sex drive, we’re going to need to get it out of your system by screwing a lot. The way people do in the honeymoon phase of a new relationship.”

“We don’t need to.”

“You don’t want to?”

“Of course I want to. I just don’t want you to feel pressured. I⁠—”

“Triton, I’m disgustingly attracted to you. I want to try to screw it out of my system too so I can get myself under control again.”

My hand slid down her spine of its own volition, cupping her backside. “That’s not going to work.”

“We can still try.” Aria slid her leg off my lap, and my fingers dug into her ass. “What do you say?” She met my gaze, and the wicked look in her eyes only made me want her more.

“Fuck, yes.”

fifteen

ARIA

I wanted to catch Triton off guard and be the one in control. After the way he screwed me against the wall the night before, it was technically my turn.

So I grabbed his erection and turned around, sliding one knee over him as I situated myself facing his cock.

The man hadn’t made it any kind of a secret how much he wanted me. Or how much he liked looking at me, touching me, and tasting me. He’d want to watch my body move while I had him in my mouth.

The rumble of his growl made me hotter, but I was sure he could already see the slickness between my thighs anyway.

Talking to him about sex made me hot. Hell, just talking to him in general made me hot. Talking to a guy had never felt so easy or natural before, and he genuinely listened to what I said.