Page 75 of Consort's Glory
He dropped his head to rest against her temple and grit out, “You have no fucking idea how good this feels, Margot. I’ve been hard since the moment we met.”
She paused. “Really?”
Groaning, he thrust into her hand, urging her to continue her task. “Yes, darling. I want you so much I can barely think.”
Her fingers tightened around his cock. “I like that.”
The tension at the base of his spine drew tighter as the muscles of his abdomen stiffened in a rippling wave. Sweat slid between his shoulder blades.
Theodore made a choked noise and desperately sought her mouth as he reached down to cover her hand with his own, tightening her grip into something that bordered on painful. He guided her to stroke him how he needed it — hard, with a firm twist at the crown — and slicked his tongue against hers in time with his thrusting hips.
He held out for a surprisingly long time, considering his threadbare control, but when Margot’s thighs wrapped around his hips, squeezing him hard, pulling him until his knuckles brushed the silky skin of her belly with every pass, it was over.
Theodore rocked his hips with jagged thrusts into her fist as he came, the crown of his cock dragging against the now slick skin of her stomach — back and forth, back and forth. Stars exploded behind his eyes. Pleasure was molten honey in his veins, too hot as it rushed out of him in waves.
Ripping his mouth from hers, Theodore gasped against the warm skin of her cheek, her name escaping him on a prayer so rough it was barely understandable.
When he was finally coherent enough to process thought, Theodore lifted his head to peer into Margot’s face, searching. Would she regret what they’d done? Would she feel self-conscious?
But when he looked into her eyes, Theodore was relieved to see her pupils blown up into huge, dark pools. Her lips were soft, slightly parted, and her expression was beautifully dazed. Well-pleasured and soft.
Sighing, he gently pulled their hands away from his waning erection so he could bury both of his in her hair. There would never be a time when he didn’t feel like he could be closer to her, when he wouldn’t feel the urge to run his hands all over her. It was built into his very DNA to want her, to adore her.
Perhaps the chemical pull started things, primed him to want her, but it was the cool touch of her mind, the aching gentleness he felt thrumming through the thin thread of their bond for so many years, that made him love her.
He peppered her face with kisses. “You’re perfect. I knew you would be perfect, but you are so much more than I could have imagined. Just… perfect.”
“You just met me,” she sighed, turning her face toward his, accepting the affection he lavished on her like it was her due.
“No. I’ve been yours for most of my life.” Theodore nuzzled her cheek. There was no pleasure quite so true or perfectly catered to soothe his beast than breathing in the smell of her covered in his own scent. “The rest is incidental.”
Soon, he would be able to recognize even the most subtle shifts in her scent, the layers and nuances that changed depending on her health and moods. As he breathed her in, Theodore tried to sift through it all, but was distracted by that strangely familiar note of wildness that didn’t belong.
There’s something familiar there, but I can’t…
He didn’t have the focus to follow that thread when another, far more important one grabbed his attention.
Desire.
Theodore straightened enough to look down at her, the muscles of his stomach bunching as he watched her squirm beneath him. Her cheeks were still flushed red, and when she looked up at him through her lashes, the lust in her eyes nearly unwound him.
“Darling,” he breathed, skimming his ungloved hand down her slick stomach to slide possessively between her legs. “Do you want more?”
Margot rocked into his hand. A small, keening whimper shot through every nerve in his body.
Theodore breathed hard, his cock picking up a renewed throbbing that would very quickly turn into more. “Gods, I like to touch you,” he whispered. “You can’t imagine what it’s like to feel your skin after just imagining it for so long.”
It was luxurious, a privilege he would never take for granted. And if she wanted him to touch her more, if she rocked her hips into his hand so sweetly and dug her blunt little nails into the skin under his shirt like that, he would do it forever.
Groaning, he peeled himself off of her so that he could kneel between her legs once more. My favorite place in this world or any other.
Theodore stared up at her, over her wet stomach and heaving, pink-tipped breasts, to meet her wild-eyed gaze. He slid his hands around her waist and gave it a quick possessive squeeze. “Up, darling,” he urged. “I want you to sit up while I do this. I want to see you watching me.”
“Like this?” Margot propped herself up on her palms. Her long red hair, unbound and thoroughly tangled, slid over her shoulder to cover one breast. His release, pale against her rosy skin, gleamed in the low light.
The sight of her sitting above him, covered in the proof of their union, made everything in him howl. My consort, my heart, my life — finally mine.
Theodore pulled her legs over his shoulders and pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to her core. “Yes,” he hissed against her skin, eyes locked with hers. “Just like that.”
