Page 34 of Wed for their Royal Heir

Her gaze focused on him and then unexpectedly she lifted her arms, and the painful tension inside him relaxed. Then he was pressing her down on the cushioned bench, settling between her warm thighs, and he was surrounded in the delicious, lightly musky scent of aroused woman.

He pushed a hand down between them, stroking her, making her gasp and sigh once again, her hips undulating against his. Her hands were pressed to his chest, her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, and she lifted her head, finding his mouth. Such a sweet kiss. She was so passionate, all that ferocity and anger turned into heat. It was glorious and he wanted it.

His childhood had been so cold, Alexandros demanding and exacting. He’d never touched Galen, not once. Not a hug or even a handshake. There was no closeness, no warmth, only a thinly veiled loathing that sometimes Galen felt like a poison deep in his heart.

But his life would never be cold if she was in it. There would be arguments and fights aplenty, yet then there would also be passionate reconciliations...

She would fight for you if she were yours. She fights hard for the things she loves.

And she did. She’d fought for Leo, coming all the way to Kalithera with her blackmail plan. He hadn’t met a woman like her. Even the few he’d managed discreet liaisons with had all tried to turn themselves into what he wanted them to be, but not her. Never her. She wasn’t afraid of him and even when she’d seduced him the week before, she’d been nothing but herself.

Galen undid his trousers, suddenly desperate, then reached for her hand, pushing it down between them. ‘Put me inside you, silver girl,’ he ordered. ‘I want you to do it.’

There were sparks in her eyes, the pretty flush in her cheeks creeping down her throat. ‘I don’t take orders.’

‘You’ll take mine,’ he murmured. ‘And you’ll like it.’ Then he flexed his hips, pressing into her hand.

She gave a little moan. ‘Galen...’

‘You know what to do.’ He bent and bit the side of her neck gently. ‘So do it and put us both out of our misery.’

Her fingers tightened around him, the slight pressure driving him half out of his mind, then she was guiding him to her and easing him inside, her slick, hot flesh parting for him so sweetly.

She shuddered beneath him as he pushed in deeper, her gaze on his, glittering like stars. And he was caught by how intense this moment was, how it always was with her and only with her. She’d looked at him like this that night at the gala, just like this. With wonder and pleasure and a certain kind of awe that made the man in him want to growl with satisfaction. She’d looked at him like this that night in his limo too.

Perhaps she would always look at him this way and perhaps the expression on his face would always be the same.

There was a connection between them on some deep level he couldn’t articulate, that went beyond merely physical. Maybe even beyond the blood tie they had in Leo. He had never believed in such things, but he believed when it involved her.

‘Well?’ he demanded roughly. ‘Are you convinced yet? Marry me and we’ll be together every night, just like this.’

‘Galen...’ She shifted, arching up, trying to get him to move. ‘Please...’

‘Only if you say yes.’ He kept still, though it took everything he had, holding her brilliant gaze with his. She’d used their chemistry to get what she wanted and now it was his turn. He would have this. He would have her in his bed and his people would have a queen, and, most importantly, his son would have his mother. ‘I will have you, silver girl. You are mine.’

She gave a breathless sigh and then, as she had in the limo the day he’d taken her to see Leo, when he’d put his hand over hers and had felt all the fight slowly melt out of her, she melted beneath him now. Her hands pulled him down, her legs tightening around his waist. ‘Yes,’ she murmured against his mouth. ‘Yes, I’ll marry you.’

Satisfaction filled him and he bent to kiss her hard, allowing himself to move at last. He drove himself into her, feeling her grip him, so hot and so tight, keeping him exactly where he wanted to be.

He pulled her hands from his shirt and held them down beside her head, because he liked restraining her, liked her wriggling and writhing pinned beneath him. And he knew she liked that too, because her eyes were dark with desire and her thighs gripped him the way her sex gripped him, as if she didn’t want to let him go.

He drove harder, faster, taking them both higher, until he was drowning in pleasure, drowning in the feel of her body and the sounds of her gasps in his ears, in the heat that was being generated between them.

The orgasm came like a tidal wave, roaring through him, sweeping away all thought and all awareness, crushing him utterly beneath the relentless onslaught of pleasure.

It took him long moments to gather himself together again and shift to give her space to breathe. But he kept his fingers around her wrists, though he loosened his hold. He wanted her to remember what she’d promised him, because, even after that, he did.

‘You had some hesitations about marrying me,’ he said after some time had passed. ‘I want to know why.’

Her eyes were closed, blonde lashes lying still on her cheeks. ‘Does it matter?’

‘Yes, of course it matters. Ours isn’t a marriage of convenience, Solace. It will be a true marriage and, since we aren’t familiar with each other, I think we should start getting acquainted.’

Her lashes lifted, her eyes still darkened with the aftermath of pleasure, and she studied him a moment. Then she said, ‘Yes, I have hesitations, though it isn’t any mystery as to why. You know all about my background, Galen. Why do you think I’d have doubts about marrying a king?’

‘I think many people in your position would have no doubts whatsoever. Not when they can have all the power, money, social standing they desire.’

She shook her head. ‘Money is useful, I won’t deny that, and power...well, I’ve never had any so I can see the attraction. And as for social standing, I don’t care about that at all.’

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