Mark of the Empress | The Empire Saga #2

Chapter Thirteen

Treyan brought Alex right to the bed, wasting no time with casual conversation. Her signals were clear as he laid her down on her back, breaking the kiss to stand up and remove his shirt. The room was chilled, but he would be warm soon enough. She followed his lead and started to remove her own shirt, and he gladly lent a hand and began to remove her pants. The bow was easy enough to untie, and the elastic waistband made removal all the more accommodating. He threw the pants across the room, which knocked over the lamp on the bedside table. Alex couldn't help but giggle at his carelessness.

It had been too long, and they both knew it.

He continued to kiss her with a fierce hunger while his hands moved along her sides until they rested on her hips. She smelled clean and must have showered while she waited for him to return, though there was still a lingering scent that was all her that made him want her even more.

Treyan heightened his intensity, wanting no more than to devour her where she lay, and Alex gripped the back of his head as though trying to hold on for the ride. His hands explored every inch of his wife's body as though he was seeing her for the first time. She was more than ready for him, and he was more than happy to give her what she wanted, but he was also enjoying himself too much to stop.

"Treyan," she panted as she brought her legs around his hips in an attempt to bring him closer to her. His name seemed to be the only word she could say whenever they made love, and it never bothered him in the slightest. He knew she could feel him—she arched her body against his, in tune with him as they danced their dance, and it was almost too much for him to handle.

He moved the kiss along her jaw line and to her ear, nibbling on her earlobe gently before whispering in her ear. "Turn around."

"What?" she whispered back, though he wasn't certain if it was because she didn't hear him, or she didn't believe he was serious.

"Trust me," was his only response before his hands grabbed her waist and he spun her around.

Treyan had always been conservative in bed, leaning more towards the traditional mating rituals, but seeing Alex before him, there couldn't have been a more welcoming sight. Their bodies melded together as though they were the final two pieces of a long-unfinished puzzle. He couldn't have gone slower if he wanted to for the moment they joined, an urge came over him that he hadn't felt since the night of their engagement. The sound of their bodies colliding made him want to move harder, faster, until he could no longer contain himself and his climax came over him in a shuddering explosion of pleasure.

He lay down on the bed next to where she too had collapsed, and it took him a few minutes to catch his breath.

Alex had rolled over on her side, resting her head on her hand. She reached over and softly brushed the hair that had escaped his ponytail from his face.

"So," she said breathily. "How was New York?"