by Mia Carson
“Sunset is beautiful tonight,” she mused.
“I wasn’t watching the sunset,” he whispered in her ear and kissed her earlobe. “The dress I picked out for you is stunning.”
“Course you’d say that,” she said with a laugh, though she couldn’t deny it. The dress hugged her body in all the right places, the blue fabric showing off her hips and full breasts. It was easy enough to remove too, another reason he picked the style.
He breathed her in, and she shivered as his hands bunched in the dress, hiking it up higher each time. “The water looks quite enticing tonight.”
“Is that right?” she said breathlessly as he pulled the ties free at the halter neck. “Matt.”
“Yes?” he whispered and let the top of her dress come free before he turned her around and kissed her, teasing her with his tongue. She dug her hands into his soft hair, groaning when his mouth moved lower and the dark beard he let grow in rubbed against her nipples.
“Matt, there’s something… something I want to tell you,” she said and pulled his head back up.
“The king and queen have come to a decision?”
“No, not at the moment. They’re still cleaning up Dion’s mess,” she told him. “Something else—about us.”
He frowned, eyes searching her face. “Daphne? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong.” She beamed at him. Taking his hands, she moved them down to her belly and held them there. “Something new.” She watched his face go blank. Then his face lit up as he sank to his knees in the sand and hugged her to him.
“You’re pregnant?”
“Yes, we are,” she said and laughed when he kissed her belly gently. “Are you alright with that?”
Finding his feet, he kissed her fiercely, setting her blood on fire as he always did. “You have no idea, love,” he said and scooped her up into his arms. But he didn’t turn back for the manor but headed for the waves instead.
“Matt, the dress,” she giggled as he kissed her again. “It’ll get ruined.”
“Then let it get ruined,” he whispered, and the intense love filling his smoldering gaze left her breathless and aching for his touch. “I’m going to make love to my wife until the damn sun comes up again.”
Daphne wrapped her arms around his neck and brought him closer, their tongues dancing as he stepped into the water and it surrounded their bodies. As they floated out in the clear blue waves, their laughter turned to cries of passion, sharing their love with the sunset and the stars appearing on the horizon. This was what it meant to live, and Daphne was going to soak in every second of it.
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