Page 80 of The Time Of Queens

It was hours since our time in the conservatory, as after I started to shiver, he illusioned a thick blanket to wrap me in. He also brought forth his own clothes, making me tease him about only dressing himself. But then he told me how he was not finished with my naked body yet, proving this fact after carrying me to his room. Of course, he also did this by supernatural means, by first ensuring that no one was around to see this. No doubt controlling the minds of the staff to be elsewhere.

Then once there, he made love to me over and over again, leaving me utterly sated and admittedly, exhausted in his bed. Which meant this question of his only came hours later, after having me lying in his arms and I had slept for a while. But his question did cast the spotlight on the truth of how I had cometo be here, and it wasn’t exactly a discussion I wanted to have. Which was why I replied,

“Does it really matter the year? Only that it wasn’t this one.” The dejection in my voice was easy to hear.

“So, you really did use the Janus Fountain?” he asked instead, clearly not ready to drop the difficult conversation.

“Yes,” I answered after releasing a sigh.

“But why? Why would you ever take such a risk to do so?” he asked, making me swallow hard as I knew there was still so much more I was keeping from him. So, in the end, I turned in his hold to face him and simply said,

“Some things are always worth the risk.”

He lifted my hands up in front of us and after running his thumbs over my scars, he asked,

“And these, were these the result of similar risks?”

I shook my head gently and told him,

“No, these were the result of my determination to survive.”

He raised his eyes from the pale white lines and looked at me with the type of tenderness I knew came from the man that loved me. Then just like the first time, he lifted them to his lips and kissed each one.

“Then it no longer pains me to see them, if they signify you being here now.” I leaned forward and kissed him, whispering over his lips,

“Thank you.”

“You need not thank me for that, my sweet girl, for the truth comes easy from these lips when you are the reason for it.”

I groaned, letting my head fall to his chest before muttering,

“Gods, there you go again with your perfect words. Well, in that, you never change.”

I felt the vibrations of his chuckle against me.

“Perfect words easily inspired by the perfect woman.”

I groaned again, slapped a hand to his chest, and said,

“Argh, will you quit being so nice!” I teased.

“Well, I would happily pin you to the bed and force more pleasure from you like some consumed wild beast once more, if that is what you would prefer?”

I lifted my head back up and raised my eyebrows, a look of faux shock on my face as I batted my lashes. This made him laugh, before sliding me down and rolling over me.

“Mmm, the Gods have gifted me with an insatiable girl indeed, for I am happy to see your lustful needs match that of my own,” he said making me grin.

“Well, we are in your bed after all…it would be rude not to keep using it,”I whispered in a playful tone.

He burst out laughing before reminding me,

“Are you forgetting sleep?”

“Purposely, yes,” I replied with what I hoped was a wicked gleam in my eyes.

“Well well, it looks like we have no choice, especially when sleep is also considered as being rude,” he replied in an equally teasing tone, keeping our banter going. But then when his hands started to travel down my sides, reaching my thighs so he could hitch my leg up over his arse, I moaned,

“Yes, very rude indeed.”

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