Page 148 of The Crown’s Temptation

"Is this what you have always wanted, Teorin?"

He could barely nod. He had never been speechless. But this, her moving on top of him, moaning, saying his name, was the thing he had built and rebuilt in his head day after day.

She lifted his chin with her fingers and kissed him. The pace slowed.

"I'll pull out," he said under his breath, meaning it kindly.

"Why?" She nipped his ear. "Do you think only Colsar is deserving of heirs?"

He let out a low growl.

"Is this what you have always wanted? Me, swollen with child⁠—"

He came. Seconds later so did she, cheeks flushed, body trembling in the way he had only ever dreamt about.

"I do not want you to leave," he said quietly.

He felt himself grow hard again. She looked down at him and began to move, her moans filling the room.

"Is this real?" He felt ridiculous asking.

"Yes. Except that⁠—"

"What?" he asked, holding back another moan, trying not to lose control.

She felt so fucking good.

Colsar was an idiot.

"Except that—" She hesitated.

"What?"

She said it into his shoulder, almost too quietly to catch. Something about his brother. Something about Colsar being more interesting in bed. Something about an affliction of illegitimacy.

He pulled out, still hard.

She stared up at him, legs open, playing with both her nipples.

Fuck.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing." She rose onto her elbows and leaned to his ear. "Only that I understand why your father never wanted you.”

He put her over his lap and struck her and she laughed into the blanket.

"Finally."

He dragged her up by the hair. She was still laughing.

"You have his face and none of the rest of him. Do you know that is what the servants here call you? The bastard with the good face."

He bent her over the edge of the bed and began thrusting.

"Harder," she said. "You will not hurt me. You have never been enough to hurt anyone."

The hum found him, now louder than before.