Thankfully, he had some of the pre-made cheese kind, and the mac and cheese tastes divine after working up such an appetite. He leaves the food in the pan and has me sit beside him on the couch. My legs stretch across his lap and he alternates between feeding us some of the cheesy concoction. We spend the rest of the night talking about our hopes and dreams.
Maybe I should have known him a little longer, gotten to know him a little more before becoming his wife. But there’s just something about the beast, my beast, that I know deep down he was meant to be mine.
“So, if you could have one wish, what would it be?”
He kisses my bare shoulder before answering, “I already got what I wished for.” Tangling his fingers in my hair, he pulls me to him and kisses me deeply. While his tongue plunges into my mouth, I hold his face to mine and I climb to straddle him on the couch.
Slowly, I lower myself onto him, allowing him to set the rhythm with his hands on my hips. He pulls back and says, “You’re going to be the death of me, woman,” before flipping me to lie back on the couch and taking over, thrusting deep and hard. I bring my hips up to meet him with every thrust, and we both groan.
He holds himself up with one hand on the armrest and his other hand comes down to run lazy circles along my skin. His fingers graze the side of my breast and I inhale sharply, the contact sending a jolt to my core.
He moves his fingers closer and closer to one of the tight peaks before pinching one lightly. I groan at the contact, thrusting my hips harder to meet him. He trails his lips down my chest, bringing my nipple into his mouth and lightly biting down.
My movements become more erratic as he works me into a frenzy, alternating between my breasts and continuing to trail his fingers lightly across my body. When I can’t take anymore, I weave my fingers into his longer hair and drag his face back to mine. When I kiss him again, his lips are moist from the attention he gave my breasts and I plunge my tongue into his mouth.
His breaths quicken when he gets closer to his climax. He slows his pace and brings his fingers back to the spot he now knows needs his attention. Closer, deeper, higher, he makes my body climb until we explode. He stays inside me while he continues to rub circles around my clit until I lay my hand on his arm, stilling his movements.
“I meant, what would you wish for besides me?” I laugh and he smiles down at me.
He looks down at where our bodies are still connected. “That feels very odd. But I guess I would wish that there wouldn’t be another war.” He kisses me deeply before continuing, “I would wish that the small battle we already fought in the prison world would be the end.” He pulls out of me before saying, “But ultimately, I would wish that we could rescue all of our people and bring them back here.”
“Our people?”
“You, my dear wife, are now a queen. We will rule our people with love and kindness. We will protect them from the child and the pirate,” he replies through clenched teeth, glancing away. I lay my hand on his bearded cheek and gently run my thumb back and forth until he looks back at me.
“We will do all of those things. But first, we have to figure out how to get back there.”