Lifting her up slightly, then positioning myself at her entrance, I teased her for a moment, running the tip of my cock through her slippery folds, making her gasp with pleasure as my piercing rubbed her in all the right places.
Then I slid inside of her, slowly, inch by inch, until I was fully seated inside of her velvety warmth. She was so tight, so wet, so unbelievably perfect with nothing between us, flesh to flesh, and it was all I could do to hang on to my sanity.
“God, I love you,” I breathed.
Her eyelids fluttered and she moaned as she rocked against me, and I was barely hanging on by a thread. Then we began to move together, and I’d never known such perfect pleasure, such pure bliss.
This moment, this woman… It was everything, and I never wanted it to end.
Maya leaned forward, bracing herself on my chest, bringing her mouth to mine. I reached up and threaded my fingers through her long curls, deepening the kiss as I thrusted into her until we were both on the verge of shattering.
And I knew without a doubt that I truly was the luckiest man alive, because this perfect woman was mine, and I was hers, and we had our entire lives ahead of us. Together.
When we came, tangled in each other’s arms, it was pure ecstasy. The perfect ending to a perfect day—and also a perfect beginning.
26
Maya
I knew he was coming even before I felt him.
Maybe I had heard the door, or maybe I had become so attuned to his presence that I could feel it from a distance. Whatever it was, I knew he was coming. So, when I felt his fingers on my waist and his lips on my neck, I wasn’t startled. I just closed my eyes and smiled.
“You’re early.” I melted into his embrace, tucked back a stray lock of hair, and turned around. Before I knew it, Soren’s lips were pressed against mine, the warmth of his body a reminder of how lucky I was. A full month had passed since our wedding, but it was still hard to believe this man was my husband.
“I know,” he said, gently kissing the tip of my nose. “It was a slow shift, and Tamir had it all covered. I decided to come and surprise you. Maybe help you cook dinner.”
“Help me cook dinner?” I laughed at the thought of Soren chopping vegetables. He was a bona fide genius when it came to medical science—and bedroom science, if I was to be honest—but I had never seen such a clumsy person when it came to cooking. King Titus and Queen Merida hadn’t raised their boys as sheltered royals, but Soren was as apt with a stove as I was with a scalpel.
“What? I’ve been reading those cooking books of yours.” With both hands on his hips, he cocked his right eyebrow up. “Cooking is a matter of science, you know? And if you know science, you know cooking.”
“Are you going to be in charge of dinner tonight then?”
“I said I’d help,” he threw back, giving me that heart-melting smile of his. “I already know how to brew tea, but I don’t think I’m ready to graduate into something more advanced.”
“Something as advanced as chopping onions?”
“Exactly.” Laughing, he grabbed the knife from my hands and stood in front of the kitchen counter. He looked down at the sliced onion on the cutting board and sighed. “But, even if I’m not ready, I’ll do it.” He sighed again, this time doing it so dramatically that I couldn’t help but laugh. “The things I do for love.”
I watched him do it for a couple of heartbeats, allowing the moment to sink in. This was my life now. I had gone from being a regular woman, just another faceless IEP employee among thousands, to living with a Hollander prince. Not that I cared about his title, his money, or whatever luxuries came with those. As far as I was concerned, Soren could have been a farmer and I would’ve loved him just the same.
Of course, it wasn’t like I minded living in the palace. That much I had to admit. The Hollanders didn’t care much for formality, and they did without servants in quite a few situations. Despite how magnificent the palace was, there was a sense of normalcy to daily life here, and I was more than grateful for that. I was fine with being called a princess—Dylan certainly loved mentioning