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hips, timed to her tracing fingertip. She threw her head back, grinning at the ceiling. “Oh, that’s so good.”
    His hand crept around from her hip, long fingers splayed across her thigh. “Show me how to do that,” he said, hoarse.
    “Mm. Take your thumb and touch me gently, here.” She guided his hand until his thumb lay over her clitoris. “Can you feel that?”
    “Yes.”
    “Good. Now rub it.”
    “Like this?”
    He didn’t rub in circles like she did. Instead, he dragged his thumb up and down, every stroke building the sweet heat inside her. 
    “Yes, my king, like that.” She began riding him again, pinching her nipples now and rolling them between her fingers. “Oh, just like that.” Her hips rolled as well, inner muscles milking Matthias’s shaft with each upstroke.
    The emotions that gleamed in his eyes stoked her passion as much as his cock did. Heat, need, and a honey-sweet affection rolled off him in waves. His free hand stretched up, cupping her breast and toying with the nipple. She threw his head back and whined at the sensation, pressing her own hand against his to urge him on.
    Instead, he tugged his hand free and grasped her hip again, pulling her down onto himself. His other hand intensified its sweet assault on her clitoris, strumming her now and sending molten fire coursing through her. “I want to watch you pleasure yourself on my cock. Come for me.”
    The shocking words were the spur she needed. She keened as joy exploded through her.
    He continued to urge her up and down, rubbing his shaft against her clitoris with each stroke. “You beautiful, wild creature,” he panted. “My little bird. Oh, gods!”
    His head arched back, strong cords in his neck showing in high relief. One last, powerful thrust sent another series of shockwaves through her as he bellowed in orgasm. 
    She rode out the last of their mutual pleasure, finally sitting back and swiping the unruly curls from her face. “And that, my king, is why this position is so pleasurable.”
    He licked dry lips, face still flushed. “I see your point. Do you know any others?”
    She couldn’t help grinning. “Oh, yes.”
    ****
    Honeymoons were wonderful things, but they had no control over the dictates of biology. Less than five days after her wedding Danaë rose with a familiar cramping ache lower in her belly. A few hours later she felt the slow interior trickle and excused herself, repairing to her quarters with Flavia in tow.
    She had known better than to hope, but the appearance of her courses still disappointed her. While their time together had been wonderful so far, at some point she would need to return to Hellas while Matthias remained in Ypres. She did her best to ignore the fact, but it burned at the back of her mind. Once this sweet month was over they would meet perhaps two or three times during the year, barring wars or other disruptive events. If she managed to get pregnant now, at least it would allow her to bring a part of Matthias home with her.
    After she’d donned the folded towels and necessary underthings, Flavia reassured her with a pat and a sympathetic smile. “You still have another five days here, mistress, and then there’s the trip back to Hellas, and milord king will have to spend at least a week there after the wedding,” she said. “And even if you don’t catch then, you’re young and healthy. You have all the time in the world.”
    Danaë blinked away the annoying wetness in her eyes. “Yes, but does Matthias?”
    Flavia chuckled. “That’s the last thing you have to fret about, mistress,” she said. “Men can be in their dotage and still get a babe on a woman. I’ve seen it happen any number of times. As long as the king stays healthy, you’ll have plenty of time to start your family.”
    “You’re right.” Danaë accepted a handkerchief and blew her nose. “I’m being ridiculous, aren’t I?”
    The maid’s mood turned solicitous. “Not at all. You’re a woman in