He kicked his trousers away and I had his hands under my arms.

I gave a mew of protest when I was up for nary a second before I landed on my back.

And my panties were gone.

I stopped protesting.

His hands ran down the insides of my thighs, spreading them, and I quivered, staring at the hunger on his face as his eyes roved all over me.

“Please, please, please,” I chanted.

“Please, fuck, please,” he gritted, his fingers drifting back up and trailing through my wet.

Oh, that felt nice.

I whimpered.

At the feel of me ready, the hunger in his face bloomed and I hooked the back of his thigh with my heel in an effort to bring him to me.

He put a hand to the bed beside me, arm straight…

And his eyes to mine.

“I wanted to make this more,” he grunted.

“It’s perfect,” I assured.

“I want to make it splendor.”

“Aramus—”

“Ha-Lah, it needs to be—”

I lifted both hands and caught him at the back of his neck, pulling myself up, my eyes locked to his.

“Husband, take…your…wife,” I commanded.

He growled unintelligibly, I felt that noise drive up inside me like a physical thing, and thankfully I also felt him shift.

He was at my entrance.

So close.

So very close.

And then with a sure, smooth glide, he filled me.

Oh, how he filled me.

And we were one.

One.

Complete.

Perfect.

“Yes,” I breathed, using my hands to pull him down to me.

He lowered at my pull, took my mouth, and I had his shaft and his tongue.

Divine.

He glided in and out, oh gods, beauty, and I wrapped my legs around his arse, digging in, holding on.

He glided faster, harder.

Better.

“More,” I begged against his lips.

He nipped my bottom one and growled, “I live to please my queen.”

He was doing that.

By the all the bounty of the seas, he was doing that.

He gave me more.

“Faster, darling,” I entreated.

My husband went faster.

By the gods.

Faster.

By the gods.

With one hand clamped to the back of his neck, my nails on the other one digging into his spine, the walls of me pulsing around his shaft as I took him and took him, and more, and faster, I heard the animal noise he made just as I cried out, all that he’d built inside cresting.

And I broke through, surfing an ecstasy I did not know was to be had.

And then it scoured through me, like a cleansing, sheer bliss so pure, so intense, it was excruciating, it was rapture, and it felt like the entire boat rocked with it.

“Husband,” I whispered, clenching him to me every way I could.

“Wife,” he grunted, thrusting fiercely, then his head jerked back, teeth gritted.

He seethed between them before his hips pounded into mine, stayed there, grinding deeply.