Page 289 of Kingdoms of Night

“I want nothing more in this world than to be near you, too,” she admitted with a small smile.

“I love to see you smile,” he said with a grin.

Enid reached up and traced his lips with her finger. Her heart thudded as his grin spread wider.

“I want to make you happy,” he said.

“I feel the same way about you,” she said. “Is this love? Is that what I’m feeling?”

Geraint pulled her back into his embrace. “I’d like to believe so.”

As Enid gazed up at her husband, more warm sensations flooded her body. These sensations had been present since the day he’d wrapped his warm cloak around her body in the ice tundra of Jotunheim. Except Geraint didn’t need to put any clothing around her to elicit the same response from her.

He needed only to look up at her and smile. He needed only to call her name. At times, he didn’t even need to be present. She needed only to think of him and the warmth spread through her.

“I think I love you.” Enid whispered the words, wanting only him to hear. It seemed a dangerous thing to feel, even more deadly to say. But it was just the two of them inside these walls.

“And I love you,” Geraint said against her lips.

Enid could taste his words. The sweet tang of the truth of them. The zest of the power in them.

He loved her. And she loved him.

She pulled him to her, meeting his lips in a hungry kiss. It was Enid that deepened the kiss. It was Enid that clutched him tightly to her, sending out her vines to get their bodies even closer.

Geraint didn’t protest. He never did when it came to her desires. He always gave her complete autonomy over his body. And now, with his declaration of love, she finally felt brave enough to do something she had wanted since the first time they’d come together.

“Take off your clothes,” she demanded.

With a smirk, Geraint moved to follow her command. Unfortunately, he was far too tied up to carry out her orders. So Enid did it for him.

Using her vines, she divested her husband of his clothing. Geraint chuckled in that good-natured way of his as his beautiful body was bared to her.

When he stood before her, completely nude, Enid licked her lips as she looked her fill. Then she gazed up at him. He raised an eyebrow, waiting to see what she would do next. He let out a strangled gasp when she sank to her knees and took his erect cock first in hand, and then in her mouth.

The salt of him went straight to her head. The saline-rush made her dizzy. She teetered slightly, but she did not lose her hold on her prize. Enid licked Geraint from root to tip.

Once.

Twice.

And then she lost count.

Above her, Geraint shook and moaned as she suckled at his cock. When she took him fully into her mouth, she felt his knees buckle. When she swirled her tongue around his girth while hollowing out her cheeks with him inside her mouth, he let out a hoarse cry.

“Enid… sweet… I can’t… hold back.”

She didn’t want him to hold back. She wanted to take all of him. She wanted to have every part of him. She wanted to be all that he’d ever wanted, to give him everything he deserved.

And so as her husband released on her tongue, giving over everything in him to her, Enid decided nothing would stand in the way of her doing the same for him.

CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX

He had nothing left. Not a sigh of breath. Not an ounce of energy. Not a thought of consciousness.

Geraint had given it all, given his everything to Enid. And he didn’t feel an instant of regret about it. He was eager to do it again, and he would. Just as soon as he refueled his entire being.

What he did do was wrap his wife up in his arms. That was an easy feat as her body, both flesh and flora, were twined around him. He couldn’t have escaped her if he’d wanted to. And he didn’t want to.

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