Page 68 of A Touch of Royalty

She flipped her hair over her shoulder and rose. “I am going to go put a gown on that isn’t in tatters and then- what shall we do with the rest of the day?”

“Depends on how possessed you are with being clothed.” Cas winked at her. “I can think of a number of things I haven’t shown you yet.”

She giggled, a bright pink blush spilling over her cheekbones. “Is that so?” He nodded, reaching for her, watching as she danced back. “Come and get me.”

She dashed off down the halls and he could have caught her easily as thought, but he wanted to see how this would play out.

So he let her run, holding hard on her heels but not making the final reach until they were passing a linen closet, and then he grabbed her. Swinging them both through the door and closing it behind them.

Cas pinned his wife to the door with his body, feeling her breathing hard against him. “Well then, wife,” he whispered the words into her ear. “Will you let me have what I want now that I’ve caught you?”

She reached wrapping her arms around his neck. “To the victor go the spoils.”

He kissed her, hard and hot and all-consuming. Kissed her until she was shaking and those little sounds he loved were falling from her lips to be swallowed by him.

“Stand still,” he purred to her, going to his knees and burrowing under her skirts. He started at her ankles, kissing his way up her legs, one and then the other until he could scent her desire, until he could see it in the soft curls.

He brushed his hands up her legs, one to part her and the other to support her as he put his mouth on her. She was sweet, slightly musky, and delicious.

“Cas!” She gripped at his head as he lapped at her. “Cas-” Her words collapsed into moans as he continued. Until her hips started canting in time with his mouth. He added a finger, stroking in and out of her in time, feeling her quiver and shake as she climbed her peak.

And when it broke, when she cried his name and drenched his face, she very nearly collapsed to the floor. Luckily, he was holding her, nursing her pleasure through the after shocks until he could lower her to the floor in his arms and hold her.

“That was devilish of you,” she said, looking up at him.

He grinned, “you are delicious, darling.”

She moved, tossing her leg over his lap and sitting on him, bucking her hips against the bulge in his trousers. “Cas?”

“Take what you want, Emryn.” He said breathlessly. “Please, take what you like from me.”

She teased him, the same way he had her. Undoing his pants to run a soft touch over him. Over his length until there was a single drop at the tip.

She moved, slightly, but that was all it took to have him buried in her heat. She made a little breathless noise as she moved on him. He moved his hands, gripping her hips as she moved, chasing her pleasure.

“That’s right,” he husked in her ear. “So good for me, Emryn. Just like that, make yourself feel good.”

She nodded, eyes slipping closed and arms going around his neck. “Cas, Cas, it’s so good, you feel so good.”

“Emryn,” he moaned, moving his hands to toy with her nipples. “You feel so good darling. Please, I know you need it, I can feel you shaking.”

“I can’t-” she gasped the words, her movement stuttering out of rhythm.

“You can,” he gripped her hips, thrusting up into her center until she cried out and collapsed on his chest, clenching around him in a way that was just shy of painful. It was the best thing he’d ever felt, and the passion that ceased through him was too strong to deny.

When they came back to reality, they were both on the floor of the linen closet and grinning at each other like a pair of loons. “I suppose the maids might like their closet back.”

“I suppose,” Cas replied, helping her up and folding her cloak back around her before fixing his clothing. “Let’s go and clean up and then we can get luncheon from the village.”

45

RETURN

Aseries of days passed, days in which they saw to their tenants, ate delicious food and spent the nights and no few afternoons wrapped in each other’s arms in bed.

It was idyllic. Rosy, soft days in which the troubles nearly vanished from her mind. But they were bound to return and she had to be ready for them.

And yet they showed no signs of rearing their head. And there was no sign of Asan either. It was quiet, and as they finished their ride around their lands, Emryn came to one specific, all consuming conclusion.

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