"Let's go," I say, kissing her neck. We've cut this honeymoon down from a month to a week because we're so in-demand with the flood recovery, so I don't want to lose another minute.
"Where are we going?" She asks, as I take her on horseback down a dirt road once we've made it past the huge crowd of well-wishers, overjoyed at the idea of a royal wedding at last.
"One of my houses."
"How many do you have?"
"We have nineteen. But only eight in this kingdom."
"Onlyeight?!" She shrieks, pulling on the reins. Her bad-tempered black stallion stomps in protest. She won't let me get rid of that fucking horse. It's worse than her. "And how many rooms does this one have? Does it have a galley?"
"A galley is a kitchen on a ship."
"Oh. It just sounded posh to say. Does it have sixteen bedrooms? Ten drawing rooms? Is there a staff quarters? Do I need a map?" She's mocking me. I showed her one other of our properties, a nineteen-bedroom manor on a lake. She hated it.
Seven of the properties I own in my own kingdom were commissioned and built by my father. Only one of them by myself. Siddie and I built it together over two years. He was a boy with energy to burn, and I was a man who needed distraction from life, and this was our solution.
Every other weekend, we'd spend it up to our knees in mud, wood, stone, and cement, until we had our own little space where we could forget we were royalty and just sit and talk and play games. In the palace, I was a King. In the cabin, I was a father.
"When can I have my wedding present? Can I have it now?" She asks, like the annoying toddler she can be. If I hear one more ‘are we nearly there yet’, it’ll be a solo honeymoon.
"No."
"But why? Because we're getting married tomorrow, so I don't see—“
"Because if I give you it now you'll want to play with it for ages, and I intend to spend the next twenty-four hours inside you," I say, bluntly.
That does the trick.
She's squirming on her horse now and the thought has me hard. But I rein in my thoughts, because I love her, and she deserves more than our first honeymoon fuck being in the side of a bush. Knowing her, though, she'd probably like it. She raises an eyebrow at me as I adjust myself. But, mischievous nymph as she is, she just wriggles a little more and lets out a soft moan.
"Rexxan, I want you to be so deep inside me that I lose track of the fact that we are two separate beings."
"Rennalya." I snap, slowing my horse. She doesn't fucking care, she just gazes at me with those cat-like dark eyes, white teeth sinking into her plump bottom lip.
"We're five fucking minutes away. Do not make me fuck you on your hands and knees in the mud."
"I have zero issue with you fucking me on my hands and knees in the mud, Your Majesty," she says, a soft smile on her lips. Then without another word, we take off in a sprint. I don't spare a glance at the guards that wait at the gate into the garden. They open their mouths to tell me the house is ready for us, but I hold up a finger that meanstell me later, I need to bang my wife or she'll be cross at me.
The second we get through the gates she's off her horse, looking around. "Where's the house?"
"Down the pathway."
"A walk? No! I don’t want to walk!" She says, horrified and shuffling from foot to foot. I laugh at the irony because Rennalya has summited more mountains than any other person I know.
She's practically vibrating with impatience, and I clear the space between us in a second. The breeze tousles her hair as I wind my fingers through it, gripping it tight, and claim her mouth as my own. We're stood on the overgrown lawn, her sweet mouth opening for mine. In a terrific turn of events, she has nothing on beneath her black top and I let out a tortured groan. My fingers tease her pierced nipple, tugging ever so gently on the metal bar as I whisper all manner of filth into her ear.
She's a mess beneath me, her hands exploring every inch of my chest. I love this with her. I love that she’s unashamed. She takes what she wants and she does it without apology.
Then we're sinking, down and down into the soft grass beneath us. And then I'm kissing her harder, and her clothes and my shirt are beside us, and I don't even know how it happened. The sunlight cocoons us in gentle warmth, and before I know it, I’m inside her.
And I wonder, here in this moment, how I could've ever believed that this woman is anything other than a sorceress because the way she has stuck her hand into my chest and thawed my frozen heart is nothing short of magic.
The sun paints the flecks in her orange eyes gold, and the look she gives me speaks a hundred words. I nod, because I know exactly what she's going to say. "I feel it too, Rennalya. It feels like this for me too."
I pull out slowly, and sink into her again, relishing every inch. She was made for me, and I for her. I take it slow, giving her time to adjust to me, and when she tells me that she has, my control finally snaps. I switch between languages as I take her harder, hissing at the ecstasy that accompanies the pain of her nails raking down my back.
I'm not quite fucking her. I'm not quite making love to her either. This is some intoxicating blend of the two that has me and her suspended in a cloud of golden bliss. The invisible ties that bind us grow stronger with every passing minute, my heart tethered to hers by the most unbreakable bond.
