Royal Elite Epilogue (Royal Elite 7)

Sin City has never looked more sinful than when Levi is staring down at me with those deep blue eyes. His wet blond strands fall haphazardly across his forehead, shadowing his angular features and sharp jaw.

We’ve been here for a few days, and each one feels like a piece cut from paradise. I’m still not used to the fact that this man, who’s the embodiment of a strong Viking, caring and protective, is actually my husband.

The dreamy days we’ve spent here, walking around and fucking in every corner, haven’t helped, because since the wedding, I haven’t had a chance to stop and soak in the fact that I belong to him as much as he belongs to me. That I’m now Astrid Elizabeth Clifford King. And my full name, although long as hell, is the best form it could ever be.

I haven’t gotten the chance to watch him fall asleep and count his eyelashes or spy on him so I can sketch him later on.

Every day, he exhausts me to the point that I sleep in his arms like a kitten and only get up so he can whisk me off to a different adventure. It doesn’t matter whether it’s a casino, a restaurant, or the underground clubs where he can have me all for himself in dimly lit corners.

“Come on, Princess.” He grins down at me, cradling my cheeks in his big hands, and tips my face up until my entire surroundings are filled with his presence. “Is that all you got?”

Despite our height difference, I get closer and run my fingers through his hair, submitting the golden strands to order. I’ve always loved the colour of his hair, and it’s not just because he looks like a Viking. It’s the only colour that would suit him. Although the other King men, Jonathan and Aiden, have dark hair, Levi has a light shade, and that alone shows how special he is. He’s cut from an extraordinary cloth to be solely mine.

“I miss you,” I murmur.

Still clutching my cheeks, he taps my nose with his thumb. “I’ve been here the entire time.”

“I miss you, even when you’re close. That’s crazy isn’t it?”

He shakes his head once. “I’m the same. I miss you when I can’t breathe you. When I can’t hear your voice or touch you. I miss you when I think I have to leave you.”

“Levi…”

“So don’t let me miss you. I turn grumpy as fuck when I do, and that’s not good for anyone who’s near me at the time.”

“I won’t if you don’t let me miss you.”

“That’s out of the question. Not even when you’re old and grey and sick of me, Princess.”

I stare at him through my vision that’s blurred by the rain. “I’ll never get sick of my husband.”

His grin widens until a spark lights up the deep blue of his eyes. “I like that.”

“How I won’t get sick of you?”

“That, too, but also the part where you call me your husband, wife.”

“I like it, too.”

He leans over and brushes his nose against mine. “I guess this means I need to consummate our marriage.”

“You already did. Multiple times.”

“Multiple times, huh? Have you been counting, Princess?”

“As if I could ever keep up.” My cheeks heat, recalling all the positions he took me in. “You fucked me everywhere.”

“Not under the rain.”

And with that, he lifts me in his arms. I squeal as he runs with me wrapped all around him.

My fingers grip his shoulders tight as I laugh with utter delight.

Best honeymoon ever.

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Elsa