Warning: smut content.

Alexander's revived eyes gaze at me with a grin.

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«You better don't give orders, wife. You know how it ends every time...»

I sigh and lean my head back. He's found his purpose for life again and won't let me go soon. I hoped his sweet moment would last the afternoon, if not the whole day.

«I wouldn't dare,» I defend myself with the fakest tone ever.

«I know what to do now,» he chuckles.

«What?»

«I'm feeling a bit selfish today.»

«I like selfish,» I murmur, getting up and straddling him again. As proof of his regained good mood, his member presses on my thigh when I start taking off his shirt.

His fingers caress my back, light like wind, and his eyes are so loving that, for a moment, I believe he's not wickedly shameless.

«I like whatever my wife likes.»

As if I could believe him. In ten years... Oh, almost eleven, I couldn't find out who of us is the real pervert. One must be carrying the other in this sinful, exotic style of bed activities. What's the chance we're both so wicked?

As he leans back and lets me do most of the work, I realise that here is where Queen Theodora had fun for the first time. Alexander doesn't know it because she succeeded in hiding her pleasure from him.

But I know my body, and I know how stubborn I could be as a Queen. She liked it, indeed. From then on, she would initiate intimacy on her own, from time to time.

I won't just let my hubby know about his first success, though. His self-esteem is high enough already. But he worked hard, that day and in that life, just to have a couple of moans in return.

«You deserve to be taken care of,» I declare.

He nods, not even wondering why I'm so assertive all of a sudden.

It's odd how sometimes I consider Queen Theodora as myself while sometimes she's a whole other person.

As well as her Consort isn't my husband. My current Alexander doesn't have any restraint while the Consort was so careful around his Queen.

«Thea, I love you,» he sighs, looking at me with a complex expression. He must be as lost in his thoughts as I am. Lost in his memories, wondering about the possibilities behind and ahead of us. «And I won't ever stop.»

«I know,» I murmur, caressing his cheek.

After so many years, I'm not afraid anymore.

He won't leave me anytime soon. He won't forget about me. And I won't ever forget him. Even if life drives us apart, I won't stop loving him.

I entwine our fingers and press his hand on the back of the sofa. Oh, it's more like a big armchair, just perfect for a loving couple. I spent my youth using it alone, finding all this space comfortable. But together with my beloved, it gives a whole new meaning to that word.

It's my turn to be the overbearing one, right? Once every decade seems like a working proportion.

«Close your eyes,» I order, and Alexander forgets whatever was in his mind. We'll have plenty of other nights and days to try what he's planning. «Today, you're mine.»

He grins, happy like a puppy that was just fed the best bites from the table.

«I always am, my love.»

«Today more than usual,» I pout. Ah, come on, just play along!

«All right,» he chuckles, leaning back and letting me take control.

I wrap my hand around his member and stroke, slow enough to make it nerve-wracking. He throws his head back and relaxes, his breath accompanying my moves with frightening precision.

With my free hand, I unbutton the trousers and lift my skirt enough to avoid wasting time later. Then, I can caress Alexander's face, his hair, his chest... All while he just sits with his arms sprawled and leaned on the backrest, his face relaxed, and his lips curled up.

My belly clenches at this sight, and I lean over to his ear, placing my cheek on his shoulder. As his breathing becomes faster, mine follows.

Even if I am not the one receiving pleasure, the excitement builds up like crazy. Just looking at my hubby has such an effect on me. Sometimes, even during the most ordinary activities.

«Oh, Alexander,» I moan while his breath continues to signal his feelings. I change hand because the first one is getting tired, and I continue for a while, observing every detail of his expression.

«Hurry up, wife. It's getting late,» he voices after a while.

«I can do this once in a decade: let me enjoy it a bit longer,» I reply. «We'll eat later today. Is it such an issue?»

«Oh, no... I didn't bring you here for this,» he sighs. «But now that you started, you better continue.»

«As if I could believe you,» I chuckle. I peck his cheek and do the same on his jaw.

When he's close to the peak, I stop stroking, and I adjust my position. I lift the last inches of cloth covering me and accept him inside to reward my own excitement. His arms surround me the exact moment our bodies are joined, but I prevent him from dragging me at his own pace.

«No,» I say, and he releases his clench. «It's my turn, Xander.»

«Wife...» he moans, complaining with all his heart.

«You will do what I tell you, won't you?» I say while moving my hips, at first slow to let my body adapt to this.

I guide his hand on my breast, and I make him fondle it. My bosom is just of the right size for my hubby's hand.

Even if I didn't have children for four years, and I stopped feeding Rowan for three, it didn't decrease to the size I had before.

I guess it'll stay like this for the rest of my life, much to Alexander's satisfaction.

«Now, kiss me!» I order with a wily grin on my lips.