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I picked Rory up, walked out of the throne room, and headed to my chambers. Although I had made love to her back in her quarters in King Henrick’s castle, I wanted to seal this marriage in my own bed. I wanted to see Rory’s face as she peaked and called out my name. I wanted her writhing under me.
But when I closed the door and put her on her feet, I never expected her to push me against the door. She kissed me with such fervor that I forgot to breathe. Before I knew it, my shirt was being ripped from my body.
Her mouth moved from mine, down my chin to my throat. Warmth followed like a trail of lava as she moved lower. My brain stalled as her hands undid my pants and yanked them down far enough to reveal my rock-hard member standing at attention.
Her sexy smile nearly undid me, but when her mouth covered the tip of my cock, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. This couldn’t be real. My wife, on her knees in her beautiful wedding dress, looking like the hottest thing on earth.
I couldn’t form words as she slowly stroked me with both her hands and her mouth. I threaded my hands in her hair and guided her as I leaned against the door for support, wondering what I did to deserve this.
Heat pooled in my belly, pulling from every last cell. If she continued, I wouldn’t be able to stop my eruption.
“Rory,” I whispered gruffly.
She glanced up at me with worry lines creasing her forehead. “Am I not doing this right?”
I laughed in the face of such innocence. “You are doing it right. I just...”
She didn’t let me finish speaking. She went back to sucking my cock. All it took was a few more strokes of her mouth before I lost it and held her head in place as I pushed my length into her mouth and exploded with a groan.
And the beauty at my feet swallowed every last drop. When I pulled away, she gasped for breath and stared up at me with wide eyes and drops of my cum still glistening on her lips.
I leaned against the door and kicked off my pants. I scooped her up and carried her to my bed, pushing the fabric of her dress up almost until it reached her chin. Fabric swirled around her as I dove between her legs with only one thing on my mind: making Rory scream my name. And Lord help me, I nearly came again when she did. She writhed under me, and I kept going, bringing her to the brink again and again until her thighs were thick with her own juices. I tore the dress off her as violently as she had undressed me, but she pushed me onto my back and mounted me.
Rory rode me with abandon. Her body glistened with sweat, making the entire room enhanced with her sweet scent. Every muscle contracted with the strength of my next orgasm, and I nearly bucked her off. As soon as my tremors stopped, Rory fell over on top of me with a gasp. She laid with her head on my chest, her breath heaving just as strongly as mine.
I held her tightly to me and glanced over at the floor where our shredded clothing lay.
“I’m sorry about your wedding dress.”
“It’s just a dress,” she said softly, her voice tickling my chest hairs. She rolled and snuggled into my side.
I closed my eyes and sighed. “We need to still face your father, assuming he takes my treaty offer seriously.”
She lifted her head. “I really hope he does. It would be best for the citizens, who seem to be the ones first in line to die, like those farmers.”
She was right. A peace treaty for both sides would give both kingdoms the type of prosperity that had been missing for twenty years. I could see the future and it was going to be brighter than anyone ever anticipated.
A knock on the door interrupted my silent reverie. I covered Rory.
“Enter!” I called.
One of the castle guards pushed the door open and his eyes widened at the path of clothing before his gaze landed on us on the bed.
“Um, King Zachary, um. There seems to be a treaty delegation at the gates.”
I smiled at Rory. “Let them in and get them some food. We will be down in a few minutes.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
After the door closed, I jumped out of the bed and rustled up some clothing for me. I glanced at Rory and then at her ruined clothing. “I’ll send up the fae,” I said. “In the meantime, you may clean up in my pool.” I waved to the small tub in the adjoining room. “It’s not as grand as the one in your father’s castle...”
“It is perfect.” She climbed out of bed and crossed to me, stood on her tiptoes, and caught a quick kiss before crossing to the bathtub.
I had to tear my gaze away from her perfect form. She was worthy of being called a goddess, and a worthy partner in ruling this kingdom, not to mention my lover for the rest of my life.
“It’s time for peace,” I whispered and set out to do just that. For Rory and for me.
The End
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