Bride of the Emperor (The Prophecy of Sisters Book 4) by Hayley Faiman (urban books to read .TXT) 📕

They load up in small boats and row to shore, but something causes me to pause. “Who is with them?” Drucilla whispers.

“I know not,” I murmur, my gaze focused on the two extra bodies that are with them.

This must be the surprise, though what or who it is, I haven’t a clue. Thankfully, it doesn’t take long for their boats to approach and as they come closer, Drucilla’s breath hitches next to me. Looking to the side, I watch as she falls to her knees and lets out a cry.

“Melculum, what is happening?”

Drucilla looks up to me, her eyes watery with violet tears. “My parents. Those are our parents,” she whimpers.

DRUCILLA

My parents.

I don’t know how Sybilla did it, but they’re here. After we embrace, and I cry, and Sybilla cries, and then Mom and Dad both cry. Our husbands aren’t sure what to do with us, so they usher us to the chariots, and we’re taken back to the domum where the rest of our large family has gathered.

Where there is food and drinks ready for us to consume and enjoy. Where I can ask a million questions about my parents.

“How did you get here?” I ask.

Sybilla looks to our mom and then to me. “Our women of the crystals, they figured out a way. I don’t know if they could ever do it again. It used too much of their power, but they brought them here.”

“This whole world is magnificent,” Mom cries as she reaches for her goblet of wine. “I didn’t think that I would ever see my girls again, and here I am, and I have grandchildren.”

“It appears we have plenty of grandchildren,” Dad grunts.

“Fifteen,” I whisper. Lifting my eyes to theirs, my lips curve up into a grin. “Fifteen grandchildren.”

“Oh my, you have been busy,” Mom breathes.

Nodding my head, I reach for Tiberius’ hand, taking it in mine and squeezing. “We have, all of us. We have built a beautiful life in this world and now our lives can be complete because you’re here to share it with us.”

Mom lifts her hands and wipes away her tears while Dad clears his throat. Topics shift and we all speak of happier things.

We relive memories, speak about the anticipation of Birdie and Liv’s arrivals. Before we realize how much time has passed, we all yawn and look around to see that it’s late into the evening and we all retire.

Tiberius locks the bedroom door behind him as I walk over to the wardrobe and remove my gown for the day, reaching for my sleeping gown. Before I can take it from its hooks, Tiberius’ hands span my waist from behind.

I feel his lips touch my shoulder, then graze the side of my neck. He’s grown a beard the past few years and I would be a liar if I said that I didn’t love it.

Although, I know that he’s partially self-conscious about it, because it doesn’t grow where his scarring is. So, he’s just grown it longer to cover those spots. It’s sexy as hell. Smiling, I lift my hand and wrap my fingers around the back of his neck.

“You’re happy?” he murmurs against my skin.

I hum, turning around in his hands and wrap my arms around his neck. Tilting my head back, I look up into his eyes. “I am so happy. I didn’t think I could be happier than I was, but then my parents arrived and happiness is now overflowing.”

Tiberius looks into my eyes, his lips curving up into a warm grin. “Family has a way of making our hearts burst with happiness,” he mutters.

Nodding once, I lick my lips then shift closer to him, pressing my naked body against his. We stop speaking altogether. Tiberius’ lips touch mine, then his tongue fills me and I can’t help but jump and wrap my legs around his waist. He lets out a grunt but doesn’t protest. Gripping my ass, he carries me over to the bed.

Laying me down on my back, he stays standing and shifts his hips, sliding inside of me in one swift move. Lifting his head from mine, he looks into my eyes, buried deep inside of me he doesn’t move.

“You always feel amazing, mulier,” he rasps.

I debate telling him right now. I’ve known something for a few days, I didn’t think it was possible. I thought that I was too old, that my time was finished, but apparently, it’s not. Watching my husband, I decide to wait, at least until we’ve both climaxed.

He pulls out of me, then buries himself deep inside again. He grinds his pelvis against my clit. I let out a whimper and arch my back as he does it again and again. Dipping his chin, he takes the opportunity to touch his mouth to the center of my neck before he licks the entire column.

Lifting my legs, I wrap them around his waist and squeeze. Tiberius groans against my neck, his hips moving faster, his thrusts harder as he continues to grind against my clit. I’m close, though it isn’t hard to get that way when it’s Tiberius, everything about his body makes mine ignite.

“Harder,” I demand.

He growls and does what I demand. His thrusts are hard and erratic. I feel it, I’m right on the edge, my head tipped down and looking over the edge. Then it happens. It consumes me in a way that I didn’t think was possible.

It completely takes over my entire body.

I welcome it.

My pussy clamps down and every muscle in my entire body tightens as I try to hold him to me. He doesn’t allow me, instead he arches his back, his chin tipped down as he looks into my eyes and he takes from me, he takes everything that I offer him until he buries himself to the root and I feel him climax at the same