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His tone made me look up again.
“I promise I won’t flee. I promise I won’t feed on your people. I promise to fulfill my pledge and help you win this war in exchange for my freedom. You’ve seen my character and can attest to it. I need you to do that now—because I would rather die than be locked up in here.”
24
IVORY
I was in bed reading when Huntley walked inside.
He’d been in his study all night, quiet and contemplative, wearing a hard expression that suggested he didn’t want to be bothered. He walked in, set his weapons against the door like always, and then stripped off each piece of his battle armor before removing the uniform underneath.
I knew our time of peace was over when Huntley wore his armor around the castle, prepared for an attack that could come at any moment. He undressed fully, even removing his boxers, and his dick was rock hard.
His eyes moved to mine, demanding and even a little angry, so I knew what would come next.
I barely had a chance to set my book on the nightstand before he grabbed me by the ankles and dragged me to him. He yanked off my underwear, folded me at the edge of the bed, and then pushed himself inside me without even waiting for me to be ready.
I gasped in both pain and pleasure.
Then he grabbed me by the throat and squeezed me so hard I could barely breathe.
He fucked me like that, standing at the edge of the bed, thrusting so hard the headboard tapped against the wall and was probably audible to the guards at their posts outside.
I lay there and enjoyed it, feeling like a woman in her youth rather than a woman he had fucked for decades.
* * *
I was about to fall asleep when he was on top of me again. He grabbed my legs and folded me underneath him before he entered again, this time slow and steady, his lips finding mine and kissing me.
When we were young, several rounds were normal, but as we got older, that became uncommon. But he was on me after a short break, like he’d been gone for months rather than a few days.
“What’s gotten into you?” My nails sliced into his muscular back, feeling the powerful muscles shift and move under my touch.
“You’re mine.” He continued to rock into me, making love to me rather than fucking me the way he did before. “That’s what.”
* * *
He washed off in the shower after we were done.
It was late, far later than we usually went to bed, but now I was wide awake.
He returned to the bedroom in a new pair of boxers, his hair slightly wet, drops still on his shoulders. He was a mountain of muscle, a powerhouse of strength, having the weight of an ox. He pulled back the sheets and got into bed without offering an explanation.
“Huntley?”
He lay there, one arm tucked under his head, his other arm on his chest. “What is it, baby?”
“Did something happen?”
He was quiet.
“While you were in HeartHolme?” When men were riddled with guilt after cheating, they brought flowers and gifts. They were suddenly warm and affectionate, realizing what they’d just gambled. I knew that wasn’t the case with Huntley—but something had happened.
“Ian and Avice have separated.”
I couldn’t contain my gasp. “What? Since when?”
“A couple months now.”
