Waters of Fate
Page 12
“Neiva,” he complied, though confused.
Her breath hitched and the most beautiful spread over her face. “Thank you. You so rarely say it. I can’t tell you how sick I was of hearing ‘Princess’ on your lips.”
Rhys’ heart skipped a beat. “I’m so sorry, love.” He kissed each of her cheeks. “I never meant to hurt you. It simply… Calling you ‘Princess’ reminded me of my duty. That’s all.”
He murmured her name over and over as he began to move inside her again. The Song, which had dimmed somewhat, rose again. As his climax built, it wove around him, pushed at him relentlessly to say the words—to bind Neiva to him now and forever.
Cupping her face, he forced Neiva to meet his gaze. “I belong to you.” He thrust into her, his cock aching to release. “You belong to me.”
“Rhys?” Neiva’s eyes widened and her pussy squeezed him almost painfully.
“Our souls, our hearts are bound together.” Heat licked the base of his cock, and his vision dimmed. He couldn’t describe the pleasure, the pure joy that swept through his body and soul. “If one doesn’t exist, neither does the other. No longer two, but one for eternity.”
As he finished the binding, he exploded inside her. His cock pulsated as it shot stream after stream, coating her womb with his seed. Neiva contracted around him, crying out as she found her release. She clung to him and a sob wracked her body.
“Sweet, sweet Neiva,” he murmured.
“Rhys. You…you said the words. You said…” Neiva trailed off.
He lifted his head and drank in the sight of her tear-stained, flushed face. “I love you, Neiva. I don’t want to live without you.” He kissed her lips lightly. “Now you’re stuck with me.”
Neiva’s lips trembled, then tilted up in a sweet smile. “And you’re stuck with me.”
Rhys pulled out of her and shifted until he lay next to her. An unfamiliar sense of contentment settled over him when she curled up beside him and rested her head on his chest.
“I think I can live with that,” he murmured.
* * * *
Neiva stood, leaning against the ledge of her balcony, and looked out over her private gardens. She sighed happily. Everything she’d dreamt of, everything she’d yearned for, she now had. A slight shiver danced over her skin as she thought of Rhys, her mate. She wrapped the robe more tightly around her.
Goddess, when he’d said the words, she’d been afraid it was some kind of dream, some trick of her mind. She could scarcely believe it. Her soul had sung, had reached for his. And this time…this time they’d met and joined together in such a way, it still brought tears of sheer joy to her eyes.
“Good morn, Princess.”
She smiled as she turned around. Rhys leaned against the doorway, studying her. His calling her ‘Princess’ didn’t sting as it had before. Of course, his tone now was anything but cool and detached. No, the word was more of an endearment, a caress.
“Good morn,” she greeted, her gaze travelling the length of his nude body.
He stepped forward and kissed her soundly. “Do you have plans today?”
“My mother is expecting me for tea.” She leaned her back, resting her hips on the stone ledge. “You?”
“I’ve a meeting with your father and the Council. It’ll be all right,” he assured her when she frowned. “I told you I’d spoken to him. He’s given his blessing.”
Happiness erased her worry. “Truly?”
“Yes.” He parted her robe and ran his hands down her sides. He rested one against her flat stomach. “Goddess, Neiva, I can’t wait to see you swollen with my child.” He knelt in front of her and pressed a kiss just above her navel.
Neiva drew in a shuddered breath and ran her fingers through his hair. The thought of Rhys’ baby growing inside her made her heart race.
“I’m going to make you so happy,” he vowed as he nuzzled her belly.
She smiled down at him. “Are you now?”
“Oh yes. In fact,” he kissed his way up her torso as he returned to his feet, “I’m under strict orders from the King to make you happy.” He slid his fingers through her folds and drove them up into her already wet pussy. “And you know I take my duties very, very seriously.”
Neiva gasped as her muscles tightened around him. “I-I’ve heard that about you.”
He stroked in and out, pressing his thumb against her throbbing clit. “Let me show you how seriously.”
Her head fell back as waves of pleasure flowed through her. “Oh, I insist you do,” she said.
“There’s my Princess,” he murmured against her throat.
Neiva held him tightly as he showed her...again and again.
About the Author
Jessica Jarman has been weaving stories for many years, starting in her childhood when she’d entertain her younger sister every night. The stories, though simple, involved love and a happily-ever-after ending. It is no surprise she has come full circle and is now penning romances.
Jessica currently lives in Minnesota with her wonderfully supportive husband and their four children. Although family keeps her busy and on her toes, she manages to squeeze out time to put the characters and plots that live in her head onto paper.
Email: jessica@jessicajarman.com
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Jessica loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at http://www.total-e-bound.com.
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