Page 148 of His Prince

“I’m so glad I married you,” I say, suddenly feeling emotional.

“I’m quite the catch,” he replies as he grinds against me, his teeth scraping against my collarbone, his mouth brushing gently against my gunshot wound.

But I need him to understand this, the importance of it before anything else.

My hands fist his hair, and I force him to look at me.

“Angelo Ivanov,” I say, and he blinks down at me. “I worship you. You’re it for me, my little devil.”

He leans into my touch and then presses a kiss to my wrist.

“And you’re it for me, husband. Let me show you how much I love you.”

His mouth surrounds my cock, and I groan, my fingers clutching his hair.

“Angel, oh fuck.”

He hums happily, the vibrations moving along my cock and up my thighs. I’m not going to last. The way his tongue feels on me, the way he looks. His eyes meet mine, and I feel my balls draw up, unloading into his mouth within seconds.

When I come down from the high of it, Angel grins down at me, swiping at his mouth with the back of his hand.

“That was fast.”

“I was desperate. Everyone was forcing celibacy on me.”

He sighs and then bites his bottom lip.

“What?” I ask, my eyes moving down to his hard cock. “Do you want to get off?”

“Yes, but I know you’re tired and old.”

I growl and reach out, grabbing on to his dick, shuttling my fist over his length. “I’m not old. I am at my peak.”

Angel gasps and falls forward slightly, arching his hips up into my fist. I grin at the way he looks, his pupils blown out, his hair a complete mess.

“Who do you belong to?” I ask, and he groans my name, his cock shooting out cum across my chest. I hold him in my hand until he flops onto the bed beside me, curling up into me like a cat.

“I needed that.”

“I did too.”

We’re silent a moment and then he reaches over, grabbing some tissues and wiping me clean.

“I’m going to retire,” I tell him, and his hand stops moving.

“Are you?”

“I want to just spend my life with you.”

“Who will take over?”

“Ivan. Oh. And if you’re okay with it, I’d like to move Casey to head of security.”

“Of course I’m okay with it. He’ll fill the role so well.” Angel tosses the tissues aside and leans into me, his eyes meeting mine. “What will we do with all our free time?”

“Exist. You can tend your garden and the chickens, and maybe we could even have kids one day.”

His mouth falls open, his cheeks turning such a pretty shade of pink.

“I’d love to have kids with you. I want a family with you, Mikhail.”

My hand threads in his hair, and I pull him down for a kiss.

“So do I, sólnyshko. So do I.”

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