Page 17 of Clash of Kingdoms

“I don’t think your father would allow a suitor to stay in your bedroom?—”

“We aren’t living in normal times, and my father isn’t like other men of this kingdom. He’s chosen me to succeed him, which is something unheard of. My mother has told me stories about their relationship when they were young, and we aren’t doing anything they didn’t do themselves. It would be hypocritical for him to say a damn thing.”

I stared at my bag where it sat on the bed. “Harlow?—”

“No.”

“Baby—”

“I said no.” Her eyes were formidable. “I’m not having this conversation again.” She dropped her towel, showing her perky tits and her flat stomach, and looked at me triumphantly, like there was no way I’d walk away now.

And she was right.

She climbed up onto the bed with her ass in the air, showing off her sex to me. Then she sat back on her heels and looked at me over her shoulder, her long hair down her back, a sparkle in her eyes.

It was hard to resist.

Women had come and gone, all beautiful, all enthusiastic, but my desire had never sparked the way it did for her.

“Get over here.” She shook her ass, enticing me further.

I should just grab my stuff and go, but fuck, I couldn’t. My pants were down, my dick was out, and I was at the foot of the bed, holding on to her hips as I pushed myself deep inside the sexy slit that was slicker than it’d ever been.

She gave a sexy moan, arching her back deeper, taking all of my length without giving a wince.

My hand gripped her throat and squeezed to silence her, and then I thrust into her at a steady pace, making sure that the headboard didn’t tap against the wall, that we were as quiet as we could be, even though her parents occupied the bedchambers upstairs.

I could feel her desire, crackling flames from a fire in the midst of winter. She enjoyed my dick as much as I enjoyed giving it to her. That made it even more enjoyable, feeling a woman on the brink of climax the second she had my cock between her legs.

When her moans grew louder, my fingers slipped into her mouth.

Her lips closed, and she sucked, using it as a way to drown out her moans.

“Fuck.” I was already there, on the precipice of a climax, but I had to edge myself for her, to hold on a little bit longer to allow her to go first.

She moved her face to the bed, deepened the arch in her back, and pushed her ass even higher in the air. “Come inside me.” Her hands reached down to grab my thighs. “And then fuck me again.”

That was all it took to lose control. My hips bucked unnaturally, and I filled her with my seed, my hand moving to her lower back to keep her in position as I gave it all to her. It was a long one, the kind that stretched on forever, the pleasure so good that my body smoked in an invisible blaze.

I came to a stop, stilled my heavy breathing, staring at the perkiest ass I’d ever seen. And then I started to thrust again, this time harder, my fingers kneading her ass as I gripped those plump cheeks.

She started to come, her moans muffled by the sheets her face was pressed into, teardrops staining the bedding.

My hand snaked into her hair, and I pressed her face into the mattress harder. “Yes, baby…”

I spent my day executing Ivory’s orders, fortifying HeartHolme against invasion, but I wished I were in Harlow’s bedchambers instead, enjoying my last day with her before I had to depart at dusk.

At the end of the day, I returned to shower, and Harlow was there waiting for me, not naked this time—both to my relief and disappointment. Her eyes were heavy with the weight of my departure, with the weight of her father’s departure. We exchanged a look instead of words, and then I showered alone.

Even in another room, I could feel her despair, feel the dread of goodbye.

I returned, my hair slightly damp and my body dry. Now it was time to put on my armor and meet Huntley where the dragons would be waiting for us. Harlow and I exchanged a look before I dressed, and she sat in front of the fire hopelessly, watching me.

When I was ready, she walked up to me. “I’m not worried about you, but I’m worried about him.”

My hands cupped her face. “He has my sword.”

“I know.”