Page 126 of Consort's Glory
Enough of that, she told him. I want you now.
You have me.
Theodore rose, his mouth kiss-swollen and gleaming, to kiss her hard and hot and beautifully messy. She dug her fingers into his hair and whimpered, locking her legs around his waist as he slowly eased inside of her — a perfect fit, an easy glide. Two people made for each other.
Reluctantly ending the kiss, Theodore gently eased her back onto the desk so she lay flat beneath him. His hungry gaze roved over her, taking in her free breasts and destroyed dress, her spread legs and flushed face.
“Gorgeous,” he panted, pressing one of her knees upward so it almost touched her shoulder. The other he hooked over his forearm as he began a slow, relentless beat that sent sparks shooting up her spine.
Margot raised her arms to clutch at the edge of the desk by her head, her eyes glued to the hypnotic movement of his chest and stomach, the flexing muscles of his arms, the look of rapture on his face as he slowly picked up the pace.
When he drove deep and fast into her, Margot couldn’t hold on anymore. She squeezed her eyes shut and threw her head back, her spine a taut bow. It was too much. It was not enough. It was everything she wanted and more than she knew how to ask for.
Theodore let out a hoarse groan and abruptly pushed her other leg up as well before he bent over her. Slapping his hands onto the desk, he fastened his fangs over her throat in that wonderful, possessive hold and thrust so deep, so hard, it felt like he was trying to rattle her bones apart.
The feeling of his fangs closing around her jugular as he slammed hard into her? Pure, wild bliss.
Margot came with a shattered gasp, her claws digging into the smooth skin of his back, and felt his pace stutter before turning somehow more ferocious, harder and faster, until he followed her over with a grated cry.
They lay there for a while, Theodore’s face pressed into her throat and her hands lazily stroking his back as he softened inside of her. Neither was particularly eager to move. It didn’t matter that she was pretty sure a pen was stuck in her ribs, or that Theodore weighed about as much as a building. It was perfect.
Pressing a reverent kiss to her throat, he whispered, “Thank you, darling.”
Margot didn’t play coy. “You’re welcome.”
He peeked up at her from under the curtain of her mussed hair. “Can I count on you to be around every time I have a bad day?”
She nudged his forehead with her chin. “If cheering you up means I get multiple orgasms, I don’t see the downside. Consider me your personal pick-me-up.”
His smile was unrestrained, boyish in the way that she associated only with him. “You already are.”
“Even without sex?”
“Yes.” No hesitation. No hint of a lie in their bond. It was the pure truth, straight from the heart of him. “Even if we never had sex again, I’d love you every second of every day, darling.”
Margot’s heart was a wonderful ache in her chest. “How did I get so lucky?” she wondered aloud.
He dimpled. “I don’t know. That’s a question you’d have to ask Glory.”
Some of Margot’s humor melted into thoughtfulness. Recalling the heat, the feeling of being seen from Petra’s office, she asked, “Do you think this is what the goddess wanted?”
Theodore lifted himself up a little to prop his chin on his hand. “Glory?”
“Yes.”
Stroking her from collar to bellybutton with one hand, he answered slowly, “I think that if Glory didn’t approve of our union, she would never have tied us together in the first place.” He looked into her eyes, his expression thoughtful. “You’re a gloriana, darling. Blessed by the goddess from birth. You wear her colors. You use her gifts for good. She entrusted me with your safekeeping for a reason. Why wouldn’t she want us to be happy together?”
“I think she does,” Margot admitted. Stroking his cheek with the tip of one finger, she quietly added, “But I also feel like she’s watching, and that makes me nervous. The gods only watch those they have plans for.”
And those plans weren’t always pleasant, or safe, or kind. More often than not, those who became the fixation of the gods ended up dying young, or simply disappearing altogether.
Theodore smiled crookedly and turned to kiss the tip of her finger. “Could her plan not just be us living happily ever after?”
Margot swallowed. “You changed the world with a ten minute speech today. Somehow, I doubt that our marital bliss is all Glory has in mind.”
He conceded the point with a nod. “True.” Ducking his head to kiss her, Theodore scattered her heavy thoughts before whispering, “But all we have control over is our own happiness, darling. And you’re mine.”
Margot clutched him close, that howling thing in her settling, at last, into quiet contentment. “And you’re mine.”
