Page 59 of Queen of Thorns
Tameria and Octavia are searching for the most eligible fae in the land that we can bring in to prepare for a season of marriages. Rev promised to invite a few to each High Court ball he holds and mentioned asking a few of his closest allies to do the same.
My mind is hazy and unfocused with exhaustion, though. All I can really think about is how grateful I am that the former queen is taking such control when I am obviously unable, and I hope that it doesn’t make me look weak.
After dinner, Rev walks me to my room with his hand pressed gently to my back, quietly guiding me like a lost puppy. But I appreciate that too because I can barely remember which hall is which.
This is my home now. I’m supposed to know where I am, right?
“Are you all right?” he whispers, leaning in close as we walk down the dark hall.
“Mhmm. I’m just tired.”
“I’m worried about leaving you. You’re going to run yourself into the ground.”
I sigh. “I guess I’ll need you to keep coming around to check on me then.”
Rev pauses, and I stop to look at him. He’s smiling, eyes full of wonder and fear and hope.
“I love you,” I tell him before he can say it first again.
His grin spreads, and he leans down to press a feather light kiss to my lips. But that’s not enough for me. I grip the back of his neck fiercely and drag him back to me. He chuckles against my lips as we stumble back.
He kisses me like it’ll be the last time, soft but demanding. Slow and yet desperate. “You’re mine, Caelynn,” he tells me. “No amount of time or distance will change that.”
I sigh. How will we survive this? Even if we win this impossible battle, we’ll be parted. How do I live this new, extraordinary life without Rev?
Rev pulls me along the rest of the way to my room, and we slip inside quickly. He has me against the door the moment it clicks shut, lips on mine. I’m gasping and writhing against his hard body pinning mine, nails digging into his back.
I plant my hands on his chest and shove him, hard. He stumbles back, panting, eyes full of wonder and lust. He watches greedily as I pull off my shirt and pants. Then, he returns, hands sliding up my waist to my breasts. “You’re supposed to be getting rest,” he tells me through desperate breaths.
“Well, then, make this quick so I can get some sleep.”
He chuckles. “No promises on that front.”
I grin widely and rip his jacket off, tossing it across the room. He tugs his tunic up and over his head. It finds a place somewhere on the floor too. I pull at his belt as his lips explore the sensitive spots on my neck and chest. I close my eyes and groan at the intense and delicious sensations.
My fingers have lost their purpose, and he brushes them away, even while his lips continue their journey down to my stomach. His pants fall to his ankles, and then his fingers curl into the waist of my panties. He drags them below my knees.
His palms grip my thighs, and he lifts me up.
I wrap my legs around his waist and he carries me across the room to the bed. He sits and then guides me on to him. I throw my head back as he slides inside. “Fuck Rev,” I say as he thrusts, pulls me in tighter with each of my trusts.
“Shhh,” he chides.“You don’t want the whole palace to hear.”
I moan again, with no attempt at heeding his suggestion. “Let them hear. All of them. I don’t care who knows.”
Rev pauses, hands clenching my thighs tighter. “God, why is that the biggest turn on?”
Without warning, I squeeze him tightly and flip so that I’m on my back and he’s on me.
I grab his hips and dig my nails in as I tug him into me, harder. He groans this time as he obliges, pushing harder. My breaths grow louder.
“Rev,” I say desperately. “You’re mine.”
“Caelynn,” Rev warns, his voice low. He presses his nose into my neck, slowing his rhythm. “Fuck, I’m going to come too soon if you don’t stop.”
“Then, come.”
He tenses but rocks into me, deeper.
