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A true queen.
“Right now?” I grunt, searching for doubt in her beautiful eyes.
“Right now.” She holds her chin high, challenging me.
Sliding my palm behind her nape, I pull her closer, our mouths seconds away from crashing against each other. I pull us down on the ground, rocks pointing under my thighs, but don’t give a damn about it. I’m shielding her from the mud, only herknees touching the dirt as she straddles my lap, her hand fisting my shirt as if her life depended on it.
“I love you,” she tells me, her eyes going back and forth with my lips. Shutting down all my defenses, all my resolve.
My Mia does that.
She destroys control.
She destroys logic.
She takes it all away and breaks them until they bend to her will, to her want.
“I love you too, Mia,” I chant to her like a prayer, my hand sliding to catch her hair in my fist, pulling her closer.
And then I kiss her like the world’s about to end if I don’t.
I kiss her until we’re nothing more than desire embodied in two people who should have never met yet understand each other better than anyone ever could.
Our lips never part as we merge our souls into the forest, the wind and echoes of the night masking our sounds as I watch my Mia unfurl before me. My eyes never stop watching her, constantly reminding myself that I’m just a mortal in front of a goddess and almost choking on my own pride for having the right to do this with her.
Even after all is done, I can’t stop kissing her soft lips, hungry for her as if years will never suffice it. As the rain batters down, soaking us through, I hoist her up in my arms, her warmth pressed against me despite the cold. With our clothes back on, clinging wet and heavy, I carry her through the stormy forest toward our home. I nuzzle my lips into her damp hair, my voice gruff but tender.
“You’re my whole damn world, you know that?” She shivers against me, and I hold her tighter, feeling the fierce bond between us sealed into these woods, body and soul. As we finally reach our bathroom, I shower her, her hands resting on my shoulders as I kneel before my queen, cleaning the legs that hadrun into those woods for us. Then I tuck her back into the covers and quickly shower myself before sliding behind her, pulling her sweet little body into mine, and falling asleep with my wife in my arms, knowing that I will wake up to her smile every fucking day of my life.
Chapter 23
Mia
For the first time in my life, life is sweet. I’m not scared of the person I love walking away from me. I’m where I’m supposed to be. And this realization hit me even more when I woke up in the arms of Ares this morning after he confessed the words I’d imprint in my heart forever.
I love him and he loves me, all of me. Even after seeing who I really am, he still wants this life, this marriage withme.
“Hello, wife,” his raspy voice says, his rough hand rubbing circles on my stomach in the most delicious way to wake up.
“Hello, husband,” I answer, an impossible smile tugging at my lips. I slept like a baby in his arms all night, his musky scent pushing away all my doubts and fears.
He is my home, my shield, my anchor.
“You smell so good. How d’ya do that? Always smell like apple pie, I swear.” He inhales deeply, burying his nose in my hair.
I chuckle. “As long as you like apple pie.”
He turns my face and kisses the corner of my lips, then murmurs words only a husband could say to his wife and still get away with. After a few minutes, I’m flushed and panting when he gets up and leaves a rough kiss on my forehead with a devious smirk.
“Get your pretty face downstairs. Vox will be here soon to pick Rose up, and we can all have breakfast together,” he says, closing the buttons of his black shirt.
“Don’t tell me you guys already had a meeting before I woke up,” I say, rolling my eyes.
“Not one, two,” he replies, winking at me with his sinful smile. Of course he did, must have called his VP the second he woke up to get a heads-up on last night.
I shake my head. “I’ll be there in a minute,” I say, pushing the bed sheets away, stretching my legs.
“Don’t be too long, Mrs Malone, or I’ll come back and drag you down myself.” He smirks.
