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Much later, she stood by the windows in the king’s suite, which overlooked a beautiful garden, complete with a pond, and contemplated her life choices. The jewels in the ring glinted in the moonlight and Dianora found she was quite at peace with where she was and what her future would be.
“Planning to leave me?” Garrin asked, entering from the other room. “Bakuln told me what the gossips were saying tonight.”
She faced him. “I’m planning to fight for you, my lord, and for what we share.”
He came to take her in his arms. “Flattering as it is to be the object of a campaign, you do know there’s no need for battle? I love you and I’ll always love you. No one can ever come between us, my lady of the future realm.”
“I’m not seriously worried,” she assured him. “But I’ll never take your love for granted either. We’re a team and we need to hold that mindset. The gossips themselves didn’t bother me but their chatter was a good reminder not everyone will wish us well and there are those who won’t approve of our agenda as rulers.”
“Or another Fedorr,” Garrin said, “Wanting what isn’t his.”
“Exactly. And I’d slot Morganil into the same category. She won’t be joining my little court, you can count on her omission.”
Garrin grinned and nodded, kissing her hand. “Who you choose as your ladies is entirely up to you.” Turning more serious, he added, “Before the Craadil she might have justifiably had hopes of becoming queen. As my heart was unaffected by any woman, I might have selected her as a practical matter of state, given her family. Once I met you in the dungeon, there was no doubt in my mind and no room in my heart for any other woman. Only Dianora.”
Touched by the obvious sincerity in his voice, she swallowed hard and continued with her previous discussion of their relationship. “So we won’t take each other for granted and we’ll communicate openly.” Dianora felt strongly about the two points. She’d studied worlds torn apart by conniving, scheming people and politics and didn’t intend for Argorn to have the same problems. The mysterious end of the civilization on the planet was firmly planted in the back of her mind. She was fully invested in building a foundation for the future with Garrin and doing their best to ensure the catastrophe, whatever it might be, didn’t occur. She’d likely never know if they were successful but the lack of assurance wasn’t going to stop her.
Garrin cupped her breast and teased the nipple through the fabric with his thumb. “I’ll communicate my thoughts at the moment, my lady.” With his other hand he drew her hips closer to his.
She pressed her hand against the impressive bulge in his trousers. “I think I have a good idea but yes, please, do tell me more.”
Lifting her into his arms, he said, “I think I’d rather show you. I’m a man of action.”
As always when he picked her up, he marveled at how petite she was compared to the immense emotional strength she showed and her courage, even in battle. Dianora had told him more than once she was considered curvy by her own people and nothing special in the looks department, which were verdicts he couldn’t accept. She might be built on a more petite scale overall than Argorn women but her curves filled his hands and cushioned his body to perfection when they were in bed. He and his cock could never get enough of making love to her and he thanked the gods daily for giving her the ring and sending her to him.
Placing her on her feet beside the bed, he helped her out of the layers of dress and petticoats, until she stood before him in the black and red lacy underthings he found so arousing. Garrin couldn’t get out of his own clothing fast enough now, cursing at the fastenings while Dianora watched, stifling her amusement at his impatience. She knelt to help him get his pants off and then took his jutting shaft in her hands, placing her delectable lips around the head and driving him to distraction with the sight of his cock in her mouth, not to mention the feeling of her tongue swirling over all the sensitive spots. She rolled his balls gently in her fingers and he had to grab the bedpost to keep his feet under him. Dianora was relentless and all too rapidly he reached the point where he was going to climax if he didn’t stop her. His preference was to seat himself deep in her body and let her milk his seed in a glorious burst of their combined love.
“We need to take this into the bed,” he said firmly.
With a pretty pout, she allowed his cock to slip from her lips and gave his sac a final caress. “If you insist. We have all night, you know.”
“I’ve already suffered enough tonight at the endless banquet, imagining this moment,” he said, lifting her and placing her on the mattress. She reached for him and gladly he complied with her wordless request, coming over her but keeping as much of his weight off her smaller frame as he could. She still wore the lingerie, as she called it, and now he unfastened the bra and tossed it on the floor.
“You’ve gotten much better at undoing the clasp,” she said with a mischievous smile, wriggling her hips.
“The rewards for doing so are great.” Lowering his head, he took one pert nipple into his mouth and suckled, while kneading the pillowy top of the other breast with his hand.
Dianora stroked his back lazily, tracing the old wounds acquired in years of battles.
He moved his free hand to the gusset of her panties, finding it soaked as usual, which filled him with satisfaction. His beloved was so responsive to him—he had no doubt about how much she desired him. Their passion matched nicely and the symmetry of their need always drove him to even higher levels of emotion and arousal.
“Don’t tear them,” she said as he fisted his hand at the side of the panties. “I don’t exactly have extras.”
“I adore them too much to ruin them,” he said, loosening his grip and working the scrap of fabric down her legs and off her body. Kissing his way down her stomach, he spent a few minutes employing his tongue to stimulate the hidden bundle of nerves at her clit and then paid the same attention to her folds, lapping at the cream as if he was the giant cat of his family’s crest. Dianora’s taste and womanly essence were indescribably erotic to him. She had her hands entwined in his hair as she writhed and moaned in pleasure. Raising his head, he studied her, all flushed and tousled and his heart thumped hard in his chest. “I love you more than I can ever say.”
“The feeling is mutual—I think I’ve loved you since the first time I saw you in a dream.” Her response was immediate and said in such a husky voice full of emotion that a shiver ran through him. Truly he was blessed by the gods.
Unable to commit to any more foreplay because his need to be inside her was so compelling, Garrin changed position, taking himself in hand and placing the tip of his shaft at her entrance. Dianora moved ever so slightly and he immediately slid inside, to be cushioned and caressed by the hot wet silk of her body. Already aroused nearly beyond bearing, he began to thrust in and out, driving hard toward his goal for their complete union. “Better than dancing?” he asked.
“I don’t need lessons for this,” she said confidently, matching his movements perfectly. “We just fit.”
He saved his breath now as he could sense the pressure building and as she clenched herself around him, he went over the edge in a massive surge of erotic energy, his seed jetting deep. Maybe tonight they’d begin their first child but whether it happened now or not, he was a happy man. Maintaining his arousal even as he was climaxing, he made a concentrated effort to bring her with him and was rewarded by the sight of her arching her back as she screamed his name and came to her own completion. Garrin held her tight as the echoes of the orgasm ran through her entire body, delighted by the way his beloved abandoned propriety and her usual mild demeanor when she was in the throes of passion. Gently he brushed her hair out of her eyes as she lay on the pillows. “My one and always love,” he whispered, kissing her gently. “My queen.”
Dianora returned his kiss and closed her eyes for a few heartbeats. “How much of the night did you say we had left?”
Laughing, he rolled off her body, moving her so she could pillow on his shoulder. “Not nearly enough but we’ll make do. Even a king requires a bit of recovery time.”
“A legendary king,” she said with a grin. “The tales which survived your civilization didn’t begin to do you justice, not when it comes to the bedroom.”
