Once Upon A Royal Matrimony

47. playtime over

Eden Salvatore

I was so screwed. Hypothetically and quite literally, considered I had been spending the last weeks fucking my wife like we would die if we stopped. Everything else could go fuck itself because I was sure as fuck not going to get out of her.

Death from too much fucking, it would be one hell of a way to die.

I grabbed my shirt from the floor of our library and throw it over her head, tucking her into my chest. She sighed softly against me with her eyes closed, looking exhausted and freshly fucked. My arm wrapped protectively around her tiny body. I tried my best not to crash or break her because I was so fucking gone it felt like I was holding my entire universe.

Picking up an opened book from the ground, I shuffled through the pages. She squirmed beside me at the noise, letting out a small groan. My whole body stiffened before a relief sigh escaped from the back of my throat when she adjusted her face in my neck and fell back asleep. I kissed the top of her head then silently continued flipping through the pages of the book she had been carrying around with her the past few days and started reading.

I had no idea what the fuck was going on or how to handle the fact that my wife enjoyed reading filthy hardcore smut. Deja vu punched me across the jaw and started laughing in my face because this felt a little too much like my curious post puberty self and the copy of Kama Sutra all over again. Christ. She might as well live through this pornography in her head every hours of the day.

" Please stop reading that. " the book was snatched out of my hand and dropped to the floor beside the very uncomfortable but steady enough to fuck on couch.

" You're awake. Perfect. Let's recreate what I just read. " I said, very quite seriously.

She grumbled into my neck. " You're making fun of me. Asshole. "

I slipped my hand under the shirt, teasing her ribcage and the side of her tit with the tip of my fingers. I leaned over and whispered into her ear. " I promised to fuck you until the world disappears before your eyes. "

I didn't give her time to think when I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over her head again. I flipped us over and hovered above her body with both of my knees caging her body. My hard on sprawled across her flat stomach as I straddled her, admiring the view of her full naked glory beneath me. I rubbed my jaw at the sight, knowing damn well I could never get it out of my head even if I died a thousand times over. She was perfection beyond words.

" Take a picture. " she shook her head at me in amusement, her hair falling all over her face.

I leaned over and tucked the golden strains behind her ears. I loved that she knew damn well what she was capable of that she had me wrapped around her fucking fingers and how breathtaking she was.

I had never seen someone so confidently gorgeous and yet so broken, as fragile as a glass. I watched her fight to be fine. I held her when she broke, helped her put the pieces back together and now there wasn't enough adjectives to describe how cunningly beautiful she was.

Gone was the princess who stuck between her trauma and her reality. Gone was the girl who desperately needed me to protect her. She didn't need me to fight her battle. We would fight together, side by side. Because right here was the future queen of England, the strongest person I knew, the happiest unhappy girl, my wife, my equal, my woman. Fuck.

I fucking love the annoying little shit, so pathetically utterly in love with her.

" You're my fucking undoing. My damnation. " I hovered above her mouth, whispering the words on her skin. Then I thrusted seven and a half inches deep inside her.