“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of you. You’re my wife, but still I need more,” Felipe whispers into my ear. The reception is now in full swing, and my feet are sore, but I’m not the least bit tired. The cake has been cut, and the first dances have been had.
“You can have whatever you want of me, my king.” I turn my head to face him.
“Your king?” A heated look fills his eyes. “I’ve never relished the idea of being king one day, but being your king does have an appeal to it.” He lifts me from my seat and puts me on his lap, not caring if it’s not proper. I don’t care either.
“You are my king, and soon…” I lean closer so I can whisper into his ear this time, “we’ll have a prince or princess of our own.”
He smiles as he rests his hand on my stomach. “I can’t wait to watch our love grow.”
This time when he kisses me, it’s with a promise of more to come. “I love you,” I say softly as he touches his forehead to mine.
“Forever,” he agrees, and then we kiss again.