43 What He Was Looking For

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Her hands were everywhere, following the lines of his shoulders, his arms, his chest. She was panting, her shoulders rising and falling too fast as she clung and stroked and pulled him closer.

Thanking the Creator he'd undressed before this conversation started, he leaned down then, putting one hand behind her knees, the other at her back, and lifted her effortlessly. She squeaked as he did it, but he just chuckled and kissed her again. By the time he'd climbed the platforms to lay her down on his furs, she was liquid in his arms.

He kissed her a breath longer, before he would let her go. She arched into him, her breasts pressing into his chest as she clung to him and he breathed her name again.

How had he been so blind? He, the King, whose senses were so sharp. How had he missed it?

This… This was what he'd been looking for all this time.

This was what he'd ached for all these years.

Her.