The savage and the swan

I stepped back against the closed door as she took everything in, heading from one shelf to another, fingers dancing but not touching, fluttering to her mouth and then to her chest. She twirled to the space where the bed used to be. Now, there was a large plush red and gold carpet beneath a long white desk.

Quills, inkpots, and parchment sat in tidy piles in the corners, and a large chair fashioned from a rich blue velvet with the help of Olivia

I couldn’t wait to rid it from her body, knowing there’d be nothing but bare, wet flesh awaiting me beneath.

Restraining the need to take and bend her over that table, I left her to fuss and twirl about the room and plucked a bottle of rosemary oil from the shelf. I’d barely uncorked it before stuffing the cork back in place and crinkling my nose.

“Nicely done, savage.”

I could do without her experimenting with that one. “Whatever do you mean?”

Opal drifted to me, taking the oil from my hand and putting it back upon its wooden holder on the shelf. “You know,” she leaned into me, looping her arms behind my back and laying her chin upon my chest, “you could have just asked me.”

I wiped my curious expression, feigned confusion with a tilt of my head. “Ask you what?”

“To share your rooms with you,” she said flatly.

“Oh.” I smacked my lips together and pushed out a rough breath. “Well, this is rather awkward. You see, I’ve had your things taken to a smaller room on the main floor.”

Her arms slackened, as did the pointed expression upon her flushing face.

“My lovely, breathtaking swan,” I purred, hands rising to cup her cheeks, “Will you miss being so close to me?”

She laughed, the sound a low, warm nectar bathed beneath the sunlight. “I suppose being closer to the kitchens, the library…”

I trapped a vibrating grumble behind my teeth, and she laughed harder, squeezing my hands over her cheeks and rising onto her bare toes. “Take me to these new rooms of mine.”

Her heart hitched as I nipped the tip of her tiny nose, then collected her into my arms. “Gladly.”

We’d barely made it through the adjoining door that entered that of our dressing room when she noticed her clothing taking up a good portion of the large space. With a laugh, she twisted in my arms for her legs to wind around me, arms tight around my neck. “Thank you,” she breathed between kisses to my throat, my chin, and I stole her lips before they could reach my mouth.

She accepted my tongue with a greed that matched my own—rough, hot, and urgent. Her dress lifted from her body as I lowered her to the ground before the end of the bed, and I growled with approval at what stood before me.

Naked perfection.

After shedding my clothing, the scent of her desire permeating the air, her lips between her teeth as she watched me, I then picked her back up and fell over her on the bed. “I hope you’re hungry because I’ve been starving all stars-damned day.”

“We can go longer than six hours without fucking,” Opal said, yet moaned and pressed into my fingers when they crawled between her legs.

“This says otherwise.” I thrust a finger inside her, swallowed her mewl, and then demanded, “Say fucking again.”

“Fucking,” she echoed, a dancing gleam in her eyes.

I circled her clit as a reward, watched those lashes flutter and her arms fall to the bed as liquid heat sped through her. “Say I want you to fuck me morning, noon, and night.”

A breathy laugh left her, followed by another moan. “I want you to fuck me right now.”

I pursed my lips, even as my cock lurched and dug into her stomach. “That wasn’t what I said.” Trailing my fingers up her body, decorating her skin with her glistening want, I licked her essence from them and then rubbed her bottom lip. “Open.”

She did, sucking herself from my fingers, those damned eyes never leaving mine. Her teeth gently scraped as they slowly left her mouth. I shivered violently. Before I could return them to her cunt, she stole my wrist and pushed one back in, writhing beneath me.

And I cracked.

She smiled when I cursed and readied myself to ram inside her. Our mouths fused, and we moaned together as I plunged deep and she hooked her thighs higher up my back. I circled my hips, my tongue in her mouth, then dragged her lip into mine with my teeth. “Wicked, disobedient bird.”

She laughed through a moan and gripped my hips with her thighs. “Would you have me any other way?”

“Never,” I grunted, thrusting deep and nibbling down her chin to her neck. Her body stiffened, then uncoiled beneath me, trembling when I hit that spot inside her. “There,” I rasped, and bit the smooth curve between her shoulder and neck, moving with slow yet sharp precision. “Melt for me, swan.”

Her nails scored into my back. I didn’t let up, and she ruptured within seconds, her low cries and moans music to my fucking ears. She squeezed me so tight, so good, I gritted my teeth and fought the urge to release with her and made myself wait.

I wasn’t anywhere near being done with her yet.

Light as misted air, her fingers trailed up my arms, each muscle quivering, the fists by her head clenching harder. “Forevermore,” she said to my shoulder, and I lifted my lips from her reddened skin.

Golden affection, the likes of which had taken me time to absorb, to realize what it was that shined in her eyes when she gazed at me like that, sank velvet talons inside my chest. “I want you at every meal, in the training yard, the woods, the kitchens, the bathing room, the gardens, a

A verbal promise unlike any she’d declared to me yet. A permanent embedment that clawed so deep, I nearly exploded inside her as a storm swarmed inside my chest and threatened to erupt from my eyes.

I lowered my head. “Fuck, sunshine.”

She plucked it back up. “I mean it,” she vowed, pressing my nose into hers, her eyes refusing to let go of mine. “I swear it.”

I blinked back the warmth in my eyes and grew dizzy with all she was, all I’d found, all I now couldn’t breathe without. “You were right,” I said, and kissed her nose. “You were right to think I didn’t have a heart. I didn’t.”

My queen’s lips parted, but I kissed them and whispered, “It arrived when I found you. You are the beat within my chest, the heart I never knew I needed.”

Tears glossed her eyes, and I kissed each one, then returned to her mouth. Our bodies moved, sliding and pushing. Our heartbeats thundered and crashed before we began anew with her climbing atop me.

And I vowed, with every caress and murmured affection, that no matter how many times the sun went down, I would never lose my light.