Someonesave me. This is supposed to be our precious sleeping time. He doesn’t look like he wants to sleep. At all. As his body stills at the edge of the bed, he cracks his knuckles, flexes his thick forearms, and shreds my leggings off my body.
"Little life lesson for you, Your Majesty—clothes have holes in them. You can take them off via the holes. They're not single-use," I tease, and he raises an eyebrow, giving me that stern expression he always does when I'm in trouble.
"Marry me," he whispers, grinding his hips into mine. I let out a breathy whimper.Embarrassing.
"Nope. No, thank you," I reply, raking my nails down his rippling back, overwhelmed by the sheer weight of this creature on top of me.
"Why not?" He asks, his breath hot on my neck. I’m soaking already. One strong arm pins my arms above my head. I am completely at his mercy, and I know he could probably snap me with just his left hand if he wanted to. That shouldn't make me more turned on but it does.
One for the therapist, when I eventually decide to go.
"One hundred thousand reasons, Rex," I manage to say, despite all my rational thoughts scrambling out of my head.Traitors.
"Give me your top four," he breathes, kissing beneath my ear. I moan loudly, moving my hips in time with his. I yank my arm from his grip, moving it down to undo his belt but he shakes his head. "Not until you've given me four reasons."
He asked for it. "Reason number one; the size difference. It's not sensible.”
"That'syour reason number one?" He questions, looking amused. He guides my hand over the outline of his erection beneath his black hunting trousers and I stifle a groan. "I thought you quite liked our size difference, Rennalya?"
"Rexxan, I have to stand on my tiptoes and pull you downwards just to kiss you!"
"Next reason, that one is bullshit. The size difference doesn't matter." His hand moves a little higher up my thigh, my veins thrumming with desire.
My next reason is spoken loud and clear. "How about this one then; I. Don't. Want. To. Be. A. Trophy. Wife."
"You won't be my trophy wife."
"I'll be a Queen, Rex. Shall I go to the library and get a book on the expectations of a queen?"
"Don't do that." He knows as well as I do what lies in those books. Host lunches. Be subservient. Remain quiet unless spoken to. Do not engage in any arguments or physical contact with anyone. Do not condone violence. "I'll rewrite the books, Rennalya."
"Reason three. I can't have children."
"I already have one, and he's more than enough trouble," he replies, his voice hoarse and husky as his fingers move inside me. I groan, tipping my head back. "One more reason, angel."
"You can't even tell me that you love me!" I shout, gripping the headboard as he works his expert fingers.
"It's fucking complicated!"
"How complicated can it be?" I yell, as he whips off his belt. "You love me or you don't? And in case four reasons weren’t enough; we're in the middle of a fucking global disaster! And you're the one leading the response! Oh, and did I mention I'm a hunter and an assassin for a living, and I have zero plans of giving that up? Or that if you marry a sorceress, you're committing to have enemy armies marching on your kingdom every five minutes because they want to capture your wife?"
"All just semantics, baby," he says, dryly, in the same tone he uses when he's negotiating the trade rates for the year. "Minor fucking details," he adds, as he places his hands on either side of my head, cages me in like the control freak that he is, and thrusts himself inside me.
The familiar but ecstatic burn spreads throughout my insides and I shut my eyes, letting out a slow breath. "I want to do this," he rolls his hips, "and I want to call you my wife whilst I'm doing it.”.
"So this request is just a kink thing?"
"No."
"This is a panic request, Rexxan. That's what this is," I say, gripping his arms as they flex. He makes me feel so fucking small. Carnal pleasure spreads in my lower stomach, every thrust exactly where I want it.
"This isn't a panic request. This is me doing something I should've done a while ago. If I am to not see my son again, it’d kill me, but I’d have no regrets when it comes to him. Not one. He's happy, I've let him follow the career of his dreams, and he knows how much he means to me.
“You're a scout too, Rennalya. It's not inconceivable that you could've been out of the kingdom that day. In which case, you'd be dead, and I would have so, so many regrets about the way our relationship played out. This," he gestures between us, "is far too good to waste. Think about it."
"I don't want to be someone's wife!" I protest, wrapping my legs around his waist and rolling us over so I am on top. "Not least a King's wife. I'd always come second."
“How can you say that? I worship at your feet. I’d worship at your feet on a stage in front of this whole Kingdom if it’ll convince you. We can rewrite any laws around the Queen having less power. We work well together, Rennalya. Look at the past ninety-six hours. We've been managing the response to the second biggest disaster in history."
