Page 112 of His Prince
“I have been and always will be.”
And then he spins me around, my hands landing on the tile before me. He sinks to his knees and spreads my ass open, water running down my crack, his breath hitting my sensitive skin there. I arch toward him, allowing him better access.
He groans and then licks up my crack, teasing my puckered hole until I’m practically begging once more. I want him inside of me again. I want him to shove his tongue and fingers inside of me, his cock. I want to feel him for days after this.
I want to know that my husband did this to me.
He stands and turns me around, our slick, wet bodies slapping together with a clap and then our mouths meet.
“So fucking good,” he murmurs as he presses two lubedfingers into me and works me open even further. When I’m trembling and shaking, so close to the edge that I’m wobbling precariously, he lifts me in his arms and slides his cock inside of me. He doesn’t go slow, just shoves his way in.
I gasp as my sensitive channel works to accommodate him, but the way it feels to be impaled, owned by him, the tender way he kisses me as we make love against the shower wall, has me gasping his name minutes later, my cock erupting between our wet, slapping bodies. He follows me over a minute later, his cum marking my ass before he slips out of me and gently washes me clean.
When it’s time to get out of the shower, I can barely walk, so Mikhail picks me up and carries me to the closet, where he dries me off and helps me dress. He picks something easily accessible. And he doesn’t put me in any underwear. I know what this means, what he wants.
And I’m happy to give it to him.
“We could stay inside,” he suggests, but I shake my head.
“I need to spend some time with the plants. They need as much care as everything else.”
He huffs his agreement. “I’ll join you then.”
I’m so fucking pleased by this that when we make it to the kitchen, I can’t keep the smile from my face. It lives there permanently now. Even Diablo, who is sulking in the corner of the room, can’t bring me down.
“He wasn’t lying to you,” he grumbles, and I pull him into a crushing hug.
“I knew he wasn’t.”
“I still don’t trust him.”
“He’s my husband,” I say softly. “You don’t have to like him, but just know that I’m so much happier. It all makes so much more sense.”
“You can just forgive him? Just like that?”
“I’m going to do my best. It’ll take time, but I deserve it, Diablo. I deserve to let myself be happy.”
He frowns at that and then scowls when I tell him we’re headed to the garden.
“I’ll join,” Casey says, but I wave him away.
“I have Mikhail. Take the day off. Really. I’m fine.” I glance around at everyone and can almost feel the relief in the air. They had all been waiting for me to leave, to abandon them, and here I am, staying.
“Has anyone seen Bane?” I ask, realizing that in my state of distress the past few days, I haven’t seen him.
“He’s been taken by Georgiy,” Felix answers, and my eyebrows rise in alarm.
“Do I need to rescue him?”
“I’m sure you don’t,” Mikhail replies, and I nuzzle up next to him.
“I’m sure he’s having the time of his life, but we should check on him,” I reply.
“We can do that. After the garden.”
I agree and then grab Mikhail’s hand and tug him outside. It’s the perfect sunny day, with a few clouds in the sky, the air cool and breezy.
As we walk, his fingers softly squeeze mine, and I feel that touch all the way to my chest.