“Yes?”
“To enjoy each other here as well, after.” Apex’s eyes locked on mine. For how black they were, here in the glow of the cave they were surprisingly bright. “If you would like?”
“You mean…here? On the ground?”
“Only if you want to, my love. If not, we could—”
“No.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down with me as I sank to the ground. “Who am I to go against tradition? Let’s do it. Right here.”
“You are certain?”
“Very.” I placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back, then moved to straddle him. “But this time, I’m on top.”
“Interesting.” Apex reached beneath my skirt and ran his hand up my thigh. “Though, not very traditional, I must admit.”
“You’ve just married a human,” I pointed out, grinding my hips against his. “Sometimes when it comes to tradition, you just have to buck it.”
The higher up my thigh his hand moved, the wetter I felt myself getting. Suddenly, I was grateful that my Lunarian wedding attire hadn’t included panties. Pregnancy had given me more than just crazy mommy-strength in times of great need. There had been a lot of nausea, an unending ache in my nipples and breasts… But I’d also been so horny these last few days; Apex could have suggested fucking me in the middle of King Brixta’s throne room and I would have lifted my skirts for him just the same.
Compared to that, this cave was the most beautiful place I could’ve imagined for our first time as husband and wife.
I reached beneath my skirts to unfasten his belt and the laces of his pants. His cock was already hard when I pulled it out. I ran my hand over it and purred when it throbbed at my touch.
“Shall I make you come, beloved?” Apex’s finger dipped between the lips of my pussy and slipped against my clit. It made me gasp. “My Atlanta. My mate. My wife.”
“I think you’ll have to, darling.” I shifted my hips forward and rubbed my clit a little harder against his fingertips. “But not with your hand.”
“No? Would you prefer my mouth?” Apex lifted my skirts like he was more than ready to dive beneath them.
“Tempting, but no.” I took his cock in my fist and rose up on my knees to position it beneath me. “I want your cock, Apex.”
“Then you shall have it, my love.” Apex closed his eyes and hissed as I teased his tip at my entrance. “From me, you shall have whatever you want.”
I rode him nice and slow, relishing every inch of his thick, hard cock as it slipped inside me. This time, we weren’t fucking to save me. This time, we were fucking for fun.
His every thrust was a promise. A repeat of the vows he’d just given me here in this strange, holy place. It wasn’t just holy, though. It was natural, native. It was feral. It was magical. I could be so many things as I bucked my hips against his, I was quickly realizing. A wife. A slave. A mother. A whore. I came again and again in his arms, and I was nothing and everything, all together. All at once.
“I love you,” I told him over and over. I half expected that the phrase would wear itself out, like the way so many words could when you repeated them too many times, but it never did.
“I love you,” he growled back at me, over and over, until I realized I’d never get tired of hearing it. Not ever. Not for the rest of my life.
After he came inside me, we lay back on the moss, panting, my body curled against his. The little glowing beads of light floated all around us, bobbing up and down like sentient stars.
“We should make plans for our future, when you are ready,” Apex purred against my ear. He nipped at my earlobe, which made me giggle. For how sharp his teeth were, he was always so soft and gentle with me, even when he was biting into my flesh. “I admit, I am eager to. This is the first time in all my life that I have had the chance to choose my own path.”
“Mm. Me too, actually.” I laughed, a little giddy with the prospect of it. “We can go anywhere now, can’t we? Do anything.”
“Exactly.” Apex took my hand in his and pressed my fingers over his heart. It was still beating a little fast from our lovemaking. Couldn’t blame him there. Mine was, too. “So. Where would you like to go?”
“Hmm. What are our options?” I nuzzled at his neck with the tip of my nose. “I’ve never had those before, either.”
“I have no lands and no title, unfortunately, or else I would say we should retreat into the country and begin our lives there.”
“I’ve never wanted lands or a title,” I assured him. “What do we have?”
“Money,” Apex said. “And plenty of it. I have been siphoning funds from my expense accounts for years and investing it wisely. Contacts, too—throughout all the galaxies. Wherever we go, we will never want for friends or funds.”
“And you have your ship too, don’t you?”
“I do.”
“Mm. Then we can go anywhere.”
“Somewhere comfortable first, though. Perhaps to Coplan’s palace in the south—your sister will be there, and I imagine your due date will not be far behind hers.”
“I’d like that,” I told him. “And maybe after…I’d kind of like to see more of space. Not many humans ever even get to leave the sectors where I come from, let alone the planet.”
“Rynon Seven, maybe.” Apex smirked. “There are lilac oceans there so still and warm and full of salt that when you float in their waters, it feels like flying.”
“Do you think the baby would like that?”
“I do,” Apex said. “Or…perhaps the Erisian Fields on Palanthia. They are full of edible flowers that dissolve on your tongue, pleasantly sweet. When
