Love and lust filled him like a tidal wave and he shuddered against her, those fingers moving faster, thrusting in her, ans swirling to feel all of her inside. His look was fierce, almost a snarl, almost wolfish.
"Yes! To feel you clenching around me, driving yourself down on me over and over, making me feel like the world could end and nothing else would matter. Nothing but you, forever."
He kissed her then, hard, wanton, needing, uncommonly fierce in his need for he needed her. Needed this. She was his empire, his emperor, his lord, his country. She was the light, and the lantern, and the wall upon which it shone, and she had been since the day they had met.