God of War: An Enemies to Lovers Marriage Romance (Legacy of Gods Book 6)

My moans echo in the hall as Eli carries me into our bedroom while his lips devour mine.

I should probably tone it down, especially since Sam and Leo were grinning and clearing their throats as we passed by the entrance hall. But honestly, I’m too happy. And turned on.

It’s a travesty that I didn’t get to touch my husband for a whole five months.

Still clashing his tongue against mine, Eli reaches out to my zipper and slides it down, his fingers skimming my heated skin and leaving a war of goosebumps.

“God, I fucking missed you,” he grunts against my lips. “I missed your scent, your taste.” He licks my swollen lips, then sinks his teeth into the lower one, then kisses my nose. “Your lips, your nose, your eyes, your body, your laughter, and even your goddamn bratty behavior. I missed your everything.”

His lips trigger a war of tingles wherever he kisses me and every part of me throbs with both adoration and boundless excitement.,

When he lays me down on the bed, I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing his cheek, his nose, his eyelids, and then brushing my lips against his. “I missed you, too, so, so much, it was driving me insane.”

“You’re never leaving my sight again, Mrs. King.”

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He drops one final peck on the tip of my nose, then lowers his head and undresses me one piece at a time, then kisses his way down the valley of my breasts, then sucks on my hard nipples for so long, I come a little.

In my defense, it’s been too long.

I grab onto his shirt and awkwardly undress him until we’re both stark naked. God damn. I almost forgot how mouth-wateringly hot my husband is. No wonder I couldn’t and would never get over him.

He’s the only type I’ve ever had and no one else compares.

His muscles strain and flex under my touch as I caress his tattoo.

“What does this mean?” I breathe out.

“The phoenix is you.” He kisses my throat, sucking on my pulse, and I arch, giving him further access.

“M-me?”

“You’re a beautiful mythical being who can be born from the ashes of your illness.”

“And the tree of life?” My words end on a moan as he keeps sucking and devouring my throat.

“That’s me. I believed I could contain your rebirth, every time.”

“Oh, Eli.” I clutch his cheeks and kiss him, wedging my tongue between his teeth and sucking on his.

I want him.

I need him.

I can’t live without him.

“Fuck me,” I pant against his lips. “I’ve been abstinent for months and that’s no different than torture.”

He chuckles, the sound echoing around us like a lullaby.

I pout. “That’s not funny.”

He curls his index finger and bops me on the nose. “Not in the least.”

“Then why were you laughing?”

“About how we agree for once. Five months without you nearly turned me into a madman.”

“Does…that mean there were no other women?”

“Baby. You think I have the capacity to consider other women when you own me?”

“Good. Because I’m the jealous type and can be as possessive as you.”

“Is that so? I almost didn’t catch that.”

It’s my turn to laugh, but it ends in a moan when he captures my lips in a searing kiss as he slides inside me. I open my legs wider and wrap them around his thighs, digging my heels in his toned muscles.

Oh God.

His dick feels so huge and I whimper as his lips wrench from mine, leaving a trail of saliva between us.

“You’re so tight, Mrs. King.” He strains as he pulls out a bit, then thrusts in again. “Your cunt is welcoming me home, isn’t it?”

“Yes…” I moan, my insides clenching around him for dear life.

“Again.” He slides out, then rams back in. “That’s it. Take my cock like a very good girl.”

“Oh God.”

“Again.” He repeats the same motion over and over until I’m moaning his name so loud, I’m surprised I don’t bring the whole house down. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“Yours. Always, yours…oh fuck…”

“Again.” He thrusts all the way in and I see stars behind my lids.

“Eli!”

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re screaming my name. So fucking addictive. I’m never leaving this cunt again.” He reaches between us and teases my clit. “My cunt.”

A rush of pleasure mounts to frightening heights as he fluctuates between deep, controlled thrusts and a frantic, rough rhythm. I can’t resist the madness of him.

Of us.

“I’m not leaving,” I whisper as I kiss his chin, his lips, his cheek. “Never ever again.”

“Good girl.”

The praise sends my body into a frenzy of emotions and lust.

I hold on to him for dear life as the orgasm washes over me with blinding intensity. I clench around him and he curses deeply as he follows after. I can feel his cum filling me, but all I can focus on is his lips that seek mine.

He kisses me like it’s our first and last. At the same time.

He kisses me like he’ll never stop kissing me.

There’s something excruciatingly searing about this moment. He engraves himself deep inside me as I am carving myself into him.

There’s no future where we’re not together. I believe it. I see it in his eyes as he stares at me with a heartwarming intensity that’s all Eli.

“I love you, Mr. King. I’m all yours.”

“Love you, too, Mrs. King.”

And then he’s kissing me again.

I fall into him and welcome our new life together with a happy, tearful smile.