But it had led him to her side. That was all that mattered now.
Chloe’s hand found his where it rested on top of his thigh beneath the long table. She squeezed and leaned toward him to whisper in his ear. “I think my power needs…recharge.”
Sparrow bit back his laugh. “Do you now,” he said noncommittally. “Perhaps you need more fruit?” He cocked his eyebrow and tried not to smile.
“I need you to fuck me,” Chloe breathed in his ear, then leaned back with a smirk.
She knew that took this from light teasing to total seriousness for Sparrow. He couldn’t hear his lover say such a thing without needing to be alone with her instantly.
“Excuse us,” Chloe said to the guests seated closest to them. “We have some business to discuss.”
In an instant, with the slight whoosh of displaced air, they stood next to t
he bed in their royal chambers. Chloe’s hands slid around his waist, down to squeeze his ass and pull him against her. Sparrow was already hard, his insides already trembling in need for his goddess.
“That was quite an exit,” he said. “Had you taken much longer, a dozen guests might have been gossiping about your consort’s erection tomorrow.”
“They might still be,” she said with a laugh as she nipped at the side of his throat. “You are quite impressive, after all.”
Sparrow’s face heated as both of them pushed her robes up and over her head. He cradled her full, heavy breasts in his hands and leaned down to suck one pointed nipple into his mouth. She arched against him, and he felt her hand push cloth down over his hips until he was bare. Her fist wrapped around his cock.
“Tell me again, Sparrow. Tell me what can happen.”
God, how he ached for her. Chloe’s enthusiasm only made her more desirable. And since he’d told her that they couldn’t have children—not what she thought of as children, at least—but that she was fertile and that they could create once she took to her throne, her excitement at the idea had kept him on the constant edge of arousal. Her delight was contagious, and Sparrow found himself eager to test the theories, too.
“Your pleasure, my fertile goddess, can birth flowers, trees, planets, stars…even an entire universe.”
She groaned as he sucked her other nipple hard as if seeking nourishment from her lush body. His tunic was pushed up and tossed aside, and Chloe jumped to wrap her legs around his hips, the heat of her sex pressed against the underside of his cock, drawing him in.
“So wanton,” he said with a chuckle. As much as he wanted to drive himself up and into her, Sparrow stepped forward and lay her onto her back on the bed, falling down with her and laying between her spread legs.
“My goddess,” he breathed as he kissed her, twinning his tongue with hers, and putting every ounce of love and devotion he felt for her into it. “I love you, Chloe. My Gaia. For as long as I live.”
Every part of Sparrow agreed. His heart, his soul, the demon inside him, and the fox. They rolled in lightning and happiness as he slipped his fingers into her rich heat and devoured her mouth.
*
Chloe cried out into the hungry kiss as Sparrow’s fingers plunged deep inside her as if making way for his cock. She took hold of it again to feel how it pulsed in her hand, alive and vibrant. And, according the things he’d told her, fertile.
It had saddened her that she could never have a child. The one she lost was the only one who would ever grow, even for a short time, in her womb. From the moment of her coronation when she’d been recognized as the reincarnated Gaia and she and Sparrow had been joined together, Chloe had felt something different inside her. She felt…full. Not as if she’d eaten too much, but full of energy. Of life.
And she wanted Sparrow desperately, to feel his cock swell inside her, to feel him lose himself as he came.
She needed that.
His fingers inside her were amazing, but not enough. His thumb swiped circles over her clit, making her cry out as her pleasure built and he sucked her nipple. It was all too much, but not nearly enough.
Before she could tell him she needed him inside her, Sparrow shifted to look down at her with his piercing green eyes. He moved forward and pushed into her, his cock sliding deep with one thrust.
Chloe sighed in relief and tossed her head back, squeezing around him as if she might never let him withdraw. He growled in pleasure as she clung to him while he shifted his hips, stroking him with her inner walls. Then he plunged deep again, drawing another cry from her.
She dug her fingers into his back, pulling him down, pulling him deeper. “Yes, take me, Sparrow. I love you. Need you. Need you so much.”
“Gaia…my goddess,” he breathed against her lips as he drove into her. He took her harder, faster, until she was arching against him with every thrust, her breath punched out of her each time with a soft whimper. His hand slipped between them, his fingers slipping over her throbbing clit in time with the movement of his hips.
“Come for me,” he ground out with the strain of holding back. “Come with me.”
His mouth pressed against hers as his fingers tapped over her clit, and when he thrust deep into her, Chloe’s body tensed. She arched and came, his kiss swallowing her shout of pleasure as the orgasm shot through her lightning-like, spreading outward from her core, down her limbs. She cried out into the kiss again as he came, spilling deep inside her with a shout of his own.