AIREN

His arse in the bed, sitting up, his princess astride his lap, Elena moved on his cock, her head tipped down, one hand claiming his jaw from below, her lips so close to his, he could feel each gust of breath, her eyes locked to his, her other hand tight at the back of his neck.

But she did not kiss him.

She gazed at him with amethyst eyes filled with passion and something else.

Something Cassius knew.

Something precious.

Far more precious than the slick, sweet clutch of her sex around his.

Far more precious than anything on this earth.

Something precious that Cassius would allow having it, owning it, to settle in his gut, in his balls, even in his heart.

But not in his mind, as understanding it was his would mean understanding it was his to lose.

“You need to hurry, my darling,” he urged, even if he did not want to, for he liked very much the pace she was using. “We have things to do today.”

“You rule the realm. You heal unicorns,” she teased. “These things can wait for you.”

He did not want her to tease. He did not want this to be playful.

He enjoyed the light in her eyes when she was thus, but now he needed the other back.

That day, he needed that something.

“From the moment I laid eyes on you, I could not quite fathom the beauty of you,” he murmured, and took note.

His words made her move faster.

He growled his approval, dipping his head and taking a hand from her hip to lift her breast and feed her nipple in his mouth.

As he drew her in deeply, she arched into him and moved even faster.

He released her nipple and tipped his head back again.

“Elena, your eyes.”

She stayed as she was, arched to him, head fallen back, riding him.

“Elena, I’ll have your eyes as you take me,” he grunted.

She tilted her head forward.

And there it was, he had it back.

“I fell in love with you the moment I laid eyes on you,” she whispered.

The noise Cassius made at her words was animal as he flipped her, jerked up her legs at her knees, and thrust into her.

Her hands roamed the skin of his back feverishly as she breathed, “Cass.”

“You are my light,” he rumbled.

Her fingers came to his face, and as she was wont to do, she claimed his beard.

“You are the sun streaming through clouds,” he continued.

“My warrior,” she whispered.

He dropped his lips to hers. “If I had not met you, I would have lived in the night and I would have died in the night, never again feeling the light.”

She wound her arms around his head and bowed up into him as her thighs squeezed his hips and her sex rippled around his cock in her climax.

He listened to that. He felt it.

And then he let go and took his own.