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"Well?” He asks, a bit of a dangerous edge to his voice.
“I, ah.” I tentatively put my hand on his arm, and flush when his hand covers mine. “Of course, your Majesty.”
As we walk through the halls of the palace, I feel like the whole world is watching. I can feel my face getting hotter with every step, and I’m sure I look like a perfect fool.
Running my tongue over my dry lips, I try to think of something to say.
“That’s quite the gown you’re wearing,” he mutters.
“Thank you, your Majesty,” I reply sheepishly. Then I stop in my tracks and look down at myself. “I mean—what? I’m not wearing a gown.”
His eyes travel up and down my body, and it’s almost as if I can feel them reaching the skin beneath my clothes. “Well, you’re not now.”
My stomach twists on itself and I stare at him, eyes wide and heart pounding.
What if.
He doesn’t say anything else, but I think I see the corner of his mouth twitch upwards into a smile.
What if?
I give up.
I can’t fight it.
I don’t understand it, but I stop pretending. As we step onto the ballroom floor and one of his hands slides around my waist, I look up at him and whisper, “How did you possibly recognize me?”
He smiles and sends me into an unexpected twirl before he pulls me back to him. He leans in close to my ear, his lips brushing against it as he replies, “Your eyes are the same.”
The room goes blurry with tears I thought had long since dried up. I forget there is a room of people around us. In that moment, there is only the two of us.
“I…” I take a deep breath. “I have so many questions.”
He shakes his head, just the slightest movement. “It’s enough for me that you’re here now. I’ve been lonely for far too long.”
And somehow, that is all the answer I need.
I lean up and press my lips gently to his, and let the tears fall. There is a sadness and a longing in the way he holds me closer to him, the way his lips move against mine.
As he pulls away, I look up at him, smiling through my tears. He gives a sad smile in return, though his eyes are bright.
“Come,” he says as he straightens up and holds my hand tight. “Let’s take our leave.”
I almost laugh when he takes off at a brisk pace, but I keep up with him easily, not stumbling over my own feet like the little lamb I had once been.
Now, I walk beside him. It is surreal. I expect to wake up at any moment now.
He stops once the noise of the party fades away and pulls me into an alcove in the hall. He cradles my face in his hands, and I marvel at how soft his skin is.
“You look well,” he says in a low voice. “I was worried for nothing, it seems.”
I shake my head. “I don’t understand. I—I was just a servant, your Majesty. I abandoned my king. Why would you worry about me?”
His brow furrows, little creases forming along his forehead. “Why would I not worry about the man I love?”
I stare at him for a moment as my breath is stolen. I slowly reach up a trembling hand to touch his cheek. “You mean, you… genuinely…” I choke as the tears return. “I thought… I never knew. I was so scared. I knew your council was seeking a queen for you to wed, and I—I couldn’t watch.”
He turns his face into my hand and kisses my palm, closing his eyes. “My beautiful boy, I’m so sorry.” He sighs and opens his eyes to look back at me. They’re shining with tears.
I choke on a laugh. “I’m hardly beautiful anymore.”
He frowns. “Don’t be so dramatic.” He waves a dismissive hand. “You’re different, but no less beautiful to me.”
I stand there, trying to process it all.
I had left for nothing. I could have had him all along.
But… could I have, really? I felt too much duty to my role, too much deference for him.
Now, I found it hard to feel subservient to anyone. He was still the king, of course, but I didn’t fear that fact like I used to.
I wasn’t scared anymore.
I lunge forward and capture his lips in mine. He stands shock still for a moment, then pulls me into a tight embrace and murmurs something unintelligible. His hands roam my back while I lift mine to push our masks off, needing to get just that little bit closer.
I couldn’t get close enough. And judging by how tight his grip on me was, he couldn’t, either.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper as I move to kiss his cheeks.
“Why?”
I kiss the laugh lines at the corners of his eyes. “For leaving.”
“I understand why you did,” he says, bringing his hands up to hold onto mine. “I should have been more clear. I just assumed you knew.”
I squeeze his hands. “I had no idea.”
He presses soft kisses to my knuckles. “It’s in the past.” He pauses, then asks softly, “You will stay this time, won’t you?”
I almost say yes without hesitation, but I think of Cliff and the farm before I can speak. Alain lets go of my hands and looks away.
He clears his throat. “Ah. Of course, my apologies. You must have a whole life by now.”
“I—” I grab his face and force him to meet my eyes. “It’s not that. It’s just. I only came here because of Cliff. He’s… He’s not well, and he wants me to settle down with someone, and…”
Alain’s eyes search mine with a vulnerable look. “Cliff is your lover?”
I can’t help it. I choke, snort, and laugh all at once, making a horrible sound. “Gods, no. He’s like a father to me. I’ve been working on his farm since I left.”
Relief is clear on his face as he lets out a small breath. “I see. So you want to return to the farm?”
“I don’t know.” I bite my lower lip. “I don’t want to abandon it. It’s become a part of me, and—”
“Then don’t.” He smiles softly, kissing my temple. “I don’t need you by my side at all times.” The smile becomes a small, playful grin. “After all, I survived for years. Surely you can break away from the farm more often than that for me?”
I can’t say anything at first. It’s all too much.
It isn’t a matter of what if anymore.
My king loves me.
“Okay,” I say, and lean in to kiss him. “There’s just one catch.”
His brow raises, waiting.
“Cliff will want to meet you.”
“Is that all?” He laughs and wraps his arms around my waist. “As you wish. Anything else I should know?”
I feign a long, thoughtful pause. Then I move closer, our lips almost touching but not quite. “I never stopped thinking about that night.”
His breath hitches and his eyes close before they reopen, half-lidded but full of desire. “Will you stay here tonight?” He asks in a low voice.
I answer by closing the minute distance between us. As he deepens the kiss with a small incline of his head, my hands wander the expanse of his back.
He seems so delicate to me now. I had this image in my head of how strong and broad he was, but the reality is much different.
The realization stirs something inside me that has never awoken before.
But before I can try to put the feeling to words, Alain pulls back and looks up at me. “Can we—” He pauses, and is silent a moment as he seems to steel himself. Then, he blurts out in one quick sentence, “I want you to be the one who takes me, this time, please.”
His mouth is set in a firm line, as if bracing for rejection.
The old me would never have dared to even think it, much less say yes.
It’s well past time to let go of the old me.
I feel myself grinning like a madman. “Are you sure?”
His face goes slack with surprise. Then, he grins, too. “Yes.” He grabs my face and pulls me down into another kiss. “Gods, yes. I want this.”
Any reservation I might have had is gone. I drag my hands down his arms, my palms rough and calloused against his soft skin. Then I grab him around the middle and lift him with an ease that almost surprises even myself, but I’ve carried newborn calves heavier than this man.
He shudders against me. “You’re stronger than I remember.”
I don’t care that he is the king. I don’t care that we’re in a hallway. I press him up against the wall, his legs around my waist, and I take his mouth, hard and rough.
He breaks away from the kiss and looks at me with wide eyes. “Here?”
I grab his rear with both hands and squeeze. “Is this not your castle, my lord?”
A smile spreads across his face. “I suppose it is.”
I pin him between my body and the wall, and it’s not clear which is harder. As I free him from his trousers, I kiss and bite at his neck, and take him in hand.
He rocks as best he can in his trapped position, our heavy breathing echoing in the empty hall. My other hand slides his trousers down a little further, just enough to reach around and slip a finger inside him. I push in and out in rhythm with my strokes on his member, and I moan against his skin when I feel his tip dripping onto my fingers.
I push my finger in deep, then rub hard against the spot I find that makes his whole body shiver. He lets out a shuddering breath and squirms, gripping my arms tight.
I can feel him getting closer, so I slow my pace down. I want to enjoy this for as long as I can.
I never want to think what if ever again.
“Please,” he whispers.
He arches his back, trying to force himself onto my fingers as I start to slide a second in. His face is contorted in an expression of pleasure and desperation.
I bite down on his neck, then move my head up to whisper into his ear, “Tell me how much you want it.”
“Please,” he repeats, his hips rolling in a restricted attempt for more.
“Please, what?”
He turns his head to look me in the eyes, and something about the desperation in his gaze sets my heart racing. “Please!” His voice cracks. “I want it. I want you.”
I smile and kiss along his jaw as I withdraw my fingers and hold his hips in both hands. His body is wracked by shivers as I slide into him, and my legs shake as they fight against the weight of my emotions.
They find their strength again, and just in time, because he’s started to rock his hips, just as needy as I am. I tighten my grip on his hips and meet his movement with a tentative thrust, and the moan it elicits from him drives me harder, faster.
At first, I think I hear footsteps. I can’t will myself to stop or even slow down, but it doesn’t matter; I realize that it’s the sound of skin slapping skin bouncing off the walls.
If anyone gets even close to our location, they will hear us.
And for some reason, that’s almost as thrilling as everything else that’s happening right now.
I lean in and kiss him, and he returns it with a fever that’s almost alarming.
Sweat drips from my chin and onto his shirt. I wish he was naked, so I could worship his skin, but I settle for his neck and jaw.
I love the sounds he’s making, and I shift my stance to slam into him as hard as I dare, as hard as I can. He’s groaning desperately as he tries to match the pace. I can feel him clench around me and the way his balls tighten, and I look down just in time to see his release.
I’d be mesmerized by the sight if I weren’t sent over the edge by it, the sheer pleasure overwhelming my senses and forcing my eyes to clench shut.
With my forehead against his, we pant against each other’s lips, not quite kissing but something just as intimate.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, my voice cracking a bit.
He gives a startled huff. “Sorry?”
“I wanted—“ I pause to try to catch my breath. “To last longer."
He pulls my head toward him and laughs as he kisses one cheek, then the other. “I’m sure we’ll get better the more we try.” He smiles, his eyes just a bit mischievous. “I plan for us to try at every opportunity available.”
I grunt and use what remains of my quickly fading strength to carefully take his weight into my arms. I carry him to his bedroom and gently lay him down on the bed. As I move back, his hand flies toward mine and holds on tight.
“Don’t leave,” he says with a crack of despair in his voice. “Not again.”
I quickly close the distance between us and kiss his cheek. “I’m not leaving this time. I was just going to shut the door.”
“The door?” He wraps his arms around my neck and pulls me down, then shifts to press his weight against my chest and shoulders. “Damn the door. You just took me in a hallway. Stay.”
I laugh softly and pull the sheets over us as I shift to get more comfortable, one arm around his middle. “Okay. Damn the door.”
He holds onto me as if he’ll never let go. Maybe he won’t.
“Just so we’re clear,” he says, his chest vibrating with the low rumble of his voice. “I love you.”
My heart tightens at the words, and I kiss the top of his head. “I love you, too.”
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