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the door.

"But—"

I shoved it close, turning the lock and making a mental note to make it up to Victoria later.

Satisfied we'd be left alone for at least a few minutes, I turned back to my wife taking a moment to bask in the magnificence of her.

"Hello, husband," she said, that familiar grin lighting her face.

"Hello, wife."

We both moved, Kit jumping up, me boosting her as our lips sought each other.

"You picked a hell of a time to declare your feelings," I growled against her lips.

"Couldn't hold it in any longer," she said between kisses. "Needed to tell you."

"Love you."

"Love you more."

I fisted her hair, crushing her against me as I turned us, pressing her against the wall.

"Say no."

She laughed, her head dipping to nip at my neck. "Never."

With a groan I fisted the skirts of her dress, shoving them up and up until she was bared to me.

"What the actual fuck, Kit?"

She chuckled, the sound breathy. "They'd never know."

She wore no underwear, her bare pussy like liquid heat as I pressed a finger against her, testing if she was ready to accept me.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry," she groaned, her body wiggling, her thick thighs clenching around my waist.

Always one to obey the command of my Queen, I shoved down my pants, fisting my cock I guided it to her entry, rubbing against her, teasing us both.

Her hips jerked against me, her wet heat coating my cock.

"Fucking hell, Kit." I dipped, positioning my cock before driving into her with rough abandon.

We both gasped, Kit stilling as I filled her, her body clenching and straining to take my thickness.

Her head fell back, a pleased hiss escaping from between her teeth. "More. Now."

"As my Queen wishes," I whispered, nipping at her earlobe.

I fucked into her, my cock hard and rough as we both lost control of our desire, allowing it to burn bright. Kit rocked on my cock, her nails digging into my back, our love frenzied and needy, achingly desperate.

"Too fucking long," I panted, pressing kiss after kiss against her neck. "Never again."

"Never," she promised, her thighs clenching to lift her slightly before she slid back down once more. "Never, never, never."

I pressed her harder against the wall, shifting my grip on her arse to free a hand, dragging it up her body to slide between us, my thumb finding her clit. With a rough stroke, I played with her, grazing her clit in time to my thrusts.

"Oh Gods, oh…." She arched, her body bucking as she came, her pussy clutching at my cock like a fucking vice, milking me until I came, spilling deep inside her.

Mine. My Queen. My wife. Fucking mine.

It took me far longer to calm than I'd expected. The urge to mark her, to brand her to me continued to heat my blood long after I'd allowed her to slide down my body, holding her steady as she leaned against the wall, her face flushed and full of sexual satisfaction.

"Mm, I think I could get used to the occasional illicit rendezvous," she murmured, curling one hand around my neck.

"Occasional?" I barked out a laugh. "Woman, you need to check your priorities. Occasional won't cut it. I'm gonna need at least three times a day for the foreseeable future."

Her smile was slow but built, quickly becoming laughter.

"Well," she said, leaning forward to kiss me. "It's a good thing you married the Queen."

"Is it?" I asked, wrapping my arms around her, pulling her tight against me. "And why is that?"

"Cause this Queen always gets what she wants." She cupped my cheek. "And what I want is at least four times a day for the foreseeable future."

And she sealed that promise with a kiss.

Epilogue

Katherine

Munmeniar House, Summer Residence

The near future

"My turn!" The little voice demanded, waking me from my nap.

"Shh," admonished my husband. "Mummy's sleeping, remember?"

I grinned, remaining in our bed, listening for our daughter's no doubt demanding reply, inordinately pleased when she didn't disappoint.

"But I want a go!"

I reached for a pillow, stuffing it against my mouth to suppress my giggles as I heard Jon's belaboured reply.

"And your sister had it first."

"She always gets everything first!"

My body shook with my laughter.

"That's because she was born first. You were second, and the twins will be next."

There was a beat of silence then Fiona— poor, dear, second born Fiona— decided she'd had more than enough.

"I WANT MUMMY!"

I sighed, pushing up, groaning as I struggled to get my pregnant body off the bed. "I'm coming, Princess."

A scurry of footsteps followed my words, the herd of