Bride of the Emperor (The Prophecy of Sisters Book 4) by Hayley Faiman (the gingerbread man read aloud txt) 📗

chest against my own, lifting her hand and wrapping her fingers around the back of my neck.

“Because you care for me, Tiberius. It is always better when you care for the person. This is an act of intimacy, it is not just mechanics.”

Indeed.

Chapter Thirty-One

DRUCILLA

Tiberius is in awe. I love it and yet, I wish that I could make him look that way all over again. Taking a step back from him, I reach for the ropes at my waist and begin to untie them. He clears his throat, then extends his arms and helps me.

“I cannot believe that the sensations would be so different,” he murmurs as he turns me around to help me disrobe.

Looking over my shoulder, my eyes find his before I speak. “Can’t you?” I ask. “It’s different between us than with others, is it not?”

He frowns, then sinks his teeth into his bottom lip. “I will not speak to you about others, it upsets you.”

Turning around to face him again, I let the gown fall to the floor at my feet. “It only upsets me if you say they were better than me or if you’re still with them,” I say.

His eyes widen and he closes the distance between us. Wrapping his hand around my waist, he squeezes me, dipping his chin, his mouth touches mine.

“I do not want to hear of others, Drucilla,” he rasps against my lips.

“There have been no others,” I whisper. “At least none that I can remember.”

Saying the words are not meant to just make him happy, to pacify him, they are indeed a truth. I cannot remember a man before him, none that meant anything. Even Chad who I thought I was in love with, who I thought broke my heart and soul, I cannot remember a single thing about him when Tiberius is nearby.

Releasing him, I take a step back, then another until the backs of my knees hit the edge of the bed. I didn’t think that I could forgive him for being with Decima. Even if I knew that it wasn’t his fault, I just couldn’t help but think about it, about them together.

But I want him.

I need him.

I’ve officially fallen.

I’m in love with my husband.

I don’t even know how it happened, and I’m not in the position to question it in this moment. Instead, I want to feel, I want to feel him moving inside of me. I need that… I’m on the edge of begging for it.

Thankfully, he doesn’t make me wait long. He walks toward me, his cock on full display and hard. He’s as ready for me as I am for him. Sinking down on the edge of the bed, I spread my legs wide.

I expect him to dive straight into me, but he doesn’t. Instead, to my complete shock, he sinks to his knees.

“Tiberius, you don’t have to,” I whisper.

He tips his head back, his scarred face looking at me with softness and compassion, the like of which I have never seen before. Leaning forward, he touches his lips to my clit.

“I know that I do not have to, Drucilla. However, I want to make you feel as good as you made me. This is what husbands and wives do in your world, yes?”

Reaching out, I glide my nails through his hair, gripping the short strands. “Yes, Tiberius, but only if they want to,” I breathe, really, really wanting him to.

He chuckles and the warm air slides over my pussy. Dropping my head back, I can’t stop my hips from lifting in a silent demand for his mouth to devour me. And then he does. And for a man who claimed he has never done this before, he’s excellent.

He doesn’t make me come, as much as I want him to. His tongue slides through my slit, circles my clit, then does it again. He does it over and over to the point where I almost lose my mind. I lift my hips, trying to find the friction that I need, but he doesn’t allow it.

When I’m so close I’m near crying, he backs away and stands up. I let out a loud cry, then a whimper. Tiberius ignores me completely. Instead, he leans over me and in one quick thrust he is buried to the hilt.

Lifting my hands, I wrap my fingers around his biceps. His lips touch mine and I can taste myself on him. His lips continue to stay pressed against mine as he thrusts inside of me. My legs hang over the edge of the bed, my back arched as I grip his biceps tightly and whimper against his mouth.

Tiberius whispers. “Te amo, Empress.”

I don’t know if it’s the fact that he just expressed his love for me, or if I was really just that close, but my legs start to tremble and my orgasm rushes through me in a shockwave. Ripping my lips from his, I look up into his scarred face, my eyes finding his and I connect my gaze with his own.

“I love you so much, Tiberius,” I whimper as the orgasm continues for longer than I have ever felt before.

Tiberius grunts, his thrusts becoming faster and wilder, chasing his own release until he buries himself deep and with a roar that fills the room, I feel him fill me at the same time. His breath comes out in pants and he drops his forehead to mine, closing his eyes as he attempts to catch his breath.

“We have made a child, Drucilla, we have made a princeps.”

A prince.

“What if it is a daughter?” I ask.

I don’t truly believe that we have made anything, but I am lost in the afterglow and he’s still buried inside of me. I feel too good to worry about anything else at this point. He hums, brushing his lips across mine before he lifts his head.

“Then she will be as beautiful as you and we will continue to create life until we have the family we desire.”

“Until you get