His eyes seek my approval again, and when I nod, he drives into me. "Fuck!" I shout, my head dropping to my forearms again. This time he lets me hold it there a while, my hands gripping the edge of the barrel as he starts to make good on all the whispered promises he gave me at the dinner table earlier.
My eyes catch his in the mirror as one of his hands gently holds my jaw and neck. "Good?" He asks, flexing his hips at a torturous pace.
"So good," I whisper, against the quiet sound of the water sloshing.
"Good," he says, which makes me smile. What started tender quickly turns rough, and I watch water splash onto the wooden floor as he fucks me harder, pleasure washing over me. "You feel like you were made for me, Rennalya," he says, his voice hoarse. "LikeIwas created to make you feel good. And I will, for the rest of my life."
My head drops forward again, my forehead on my knuckles. Every movement of his hips is utter bliss. Soft moans echo around the bathroom, louder and louder, dancing on the water’s surface, skating over the walls, reverberating through the the steam-filled air. It’s ethereal in here.
"Eyes up, sweetheart," he says, his voice gentle against the harshness of his movements. The lanterns are dim, and their light caresses the contours of his body in all the right ways, painted in shadows and light. The muscles in his arms ripple as his hands grip my hips. He's been sculpted to perfection. I am dragged out of my own thoughts when two fiery eyes meet mine in the mirror.
"Do you like to watch me fuck you?"
"Yes," I whisper, my voice strained as he winds me closer to the edge.
"Do you like to watch me come?"
"Gods, yes," I say, shaking now. The muscles in my arms tense to stop myself from flying over the edge of the bath. His thrusts get less controlled, his breathing more ragged, his carnal desires taking over.Iloveto watch the Forest King lose his control. I'm on the edge, and I see the ridges of his abs contract in the mirror, his mouth opening a little wider. His gaze dips down to watch himself disappear inside me and I shake my head.
"If I look, you look, Rex," I whisper, and he grins, his gaze lifting to mine.
"That's my wife," he mouths, and then we come together. My back arches, the muscles of his upper body tense, our breaths shudder, my knuckles turn white, the V of his abdomen flexes, but through it all, our eye contact never breaks.
It's an out-of-body experience.
And it's an in-body experience.
It's everything all at once, and when he cleans me up and puts me in bed with a hot chocolate and a piece of buttery bread, I think I might just die of happiness.
* * *
My cloudof bliss is cruelly shattered at six, yes,sixin the morning, when Rexxan wakes me up.
"Our honeymoon is approximately fifteen hours long and you have woken me up at six in the morning!" I yell. "I hadoneopportunity for a lie in, Rexxan, and you've ruined it!"
He's laughing, dragging me out of bed. "I have to give you your present before Poppy gets here."
"Why, is itthatkinky?" My mood is already on the up. I can’t even remember why I was grumpy.
"No, Rennalya. It's just a half an hour trip away from here."
Oh. "It's at the palace?"
"Near the palace."
"Well, why didn't you bring it here?" I ask, sitting up. He raises an eyebrow when I wince.
"Sore?"
"Very," I say, as he hands me a glass of water. "I didn't get much sleep last night."
He's smiling like an idiot. It’s a good look on him. "No, we didn't. Up you get."
As our horses canter past the palace, past the crowds of well-wishers, Rexxan stops outside a very tall hedgerow with a large black metal gate built into it.
"Your gift, Rennalya."
I frown, sliding off my horse and walking along the hedgerow towards the colossal double gates. They're ornate, crafted from metal tree branches, and only when I get face-on can I read the steel letters atop the gate.The Stellan Halanian Training Village.
