He doesn’t stop as my orgasm begins, instead he gentles me through it. When it’s over, he places a kiss to my thigh and then climbs from the bed, tossing me over his shoulder and smacking my ass as he begins to move through the room toward the bathroom.
“Rhys!” I gasp.
“We’ve got shit to do, hen.”
“And what shit would that be?” I ask even though I’m afraid of the answer.
“It’s time to go home,” he says, breaking my heart. “Besides, we’ve got a coronation to plan.”
“I’m not ready,” I tell him honestly. This isn’t safe. It feels like it was only a week ago that Suzanne tried to kill me.
“Aye, you are,” is all he says as he sets me on my feet. He turns the taps to heat up the stone and glass shower that some long-before king installed in the manor in an effort to modernize. It’s no longer modern but it is big enough to shower with a friend and Rhys has made creative use of it more than once since we’ve been holed up here.
I turn and get a good look at myself in the mirror. My dark hair is every which way, and my skin is flushed, my cheeks bright and glowing from the orgasm, but that’s not what pulls a gasp from my lungs. It’s the blooming purple marks on my breast. That big bastard left a hickey on me.
“You marked me,” I say with not enough outrage to be believable. It’s not like anyone will ever see it but Rhys.
“Aye,” he says with a smug smile spread across his handsome face. “I did.”
Before I have a chance at a rebuttal, he grabs me and pulls me into the shower with him, closing us into the glass stall as steam fills the room. Warmwater washes over us as he leans down and presses his mouth to mine, licking inside. I taste myself and him. He makes me forget how dangerous the outside world is as he worships me again, with his hands and mouth, and before I know it, he’s lifting me up in his arms, bracing my back on the stone wall as he drives himself up and inside of me. All I can do is hold onto him.
“I’m mad with wanting you,” he says as he thrusts into me over and over. “I’ve never needed a woman like I need you.”
“Rhys,” I pant as I run my hands over him, needing to touch him.
“Never tasted a pussy as sweet as yours,” he says, his hold on me tightening. “You’re going to come for me now, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
“You’re going to come all over my cock like a good girl…”
“Yes,” I pant as I feel my core begin to flutter.
“And you’re going to keep coming as I fill you up with my cum, so full that it drips out of you,” he growls as he fucks me harder and faster against the wall.
“Yes.”
“Fill you so full that you can’t help but carry my babe, then everyone will know that you’re mine.”
“Rhys—” I start but he grabs my jaw, tipping it down. My mouth is slightly open so all I can do is whimper my complaint as he drives my body higher.
“Come for me, hen.”
And I do. I let go and feel my body pulse around his. He crashes his mouth to mine, drinking in my cries as his tongue thrusts into my mouth.
Then he tears it away to gasp and groan. “Fuck, fuck!” he shouts as he plants himself deep and comes.
I feel his heart race against mine and hear his breath rasp in and out of him as he holds me close. When he sets me down, I feel the warm, wet of him spill out and he scoops it up in his fingers and thrusts it back inside of me. My skin is too sensitive, and I try to pull away from him, but he holds me tight against him as he uses his hand to hold his cum inside me.
When he’s decided that he’s held me long enough he releases me only to turn me under the water spray so that he can begin to wash my hair and then my body. When he fucks me rough, he’s always extremely gentle after…
At least he is when it’s not a punishment.
When he’s done, he sets me on the stone bench of the shower in a steamy haze while he washes himself, then he turns off the taps and wraps us both in fluffy towels which thankfully, are modern.
Rhys pulls me into his arms again and traces a fingertip down the side of my face. I watch him track his own movements over me before he turns his eye to mine and I brace.
“As much as I hate to say it,” he begins in a gentle tone of voice. “Our time here is over.”