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my balls tightening in response.

Don't come. Don't come. Don't fucking ruin this moment by coming.

"More," Kit whispered after a moment, her body squirming under mine. "Jonathan, more."

I eased out then back in, desperate to bury myself in her, and equally as determined to prevent her further discomfort.

"I said—" She gripped my hair, tugging at my head. "—more."

With a barked laugh, I pulled back a fraction, looping one arm under her right leg, then the left, forcing them to wrap around my hips.

"Ready?" I asked, my cock gliding out of her.

"Abso-fucking-lutely."

I thrust in, fucking her tight channel, my cock branding itself on her untested muscles, shaping them to me

Beautiful. Perfect. Fucking amazing.

MINE.

"Fuck, Kit. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. So fucking good. You're incredible. Fuck I love you, so fucking much. So fucking tight." I lost control as she moaned my name, it fell from her lips like a curse and prayer.

"Jon, fuck, Jon. Jon. Jon. Oh Gods, Jon…."

Don't come. Don't come. Don't come.

The need to let go was near impossible to fight, yet I battled it, desperate to ensure she came first.

I dropped a hand, finding her clit, circling it once, twice. On the third pass, Kit screamed, her body clenching and bowing, her hips now bucking wildly under me as she attempted to milk my cock.

Thank fuck.

"Kit," I grunted her name as I found release, hot cum filling her as I lost myself in the woman I loved.

We slowed, panting together in the aftermath, my body crushing hers.

I tried to roll but she halted me, muttering a small protest.

"I like your weight."

And so we remained, joined together, our bodies slowly cooling.

"Oh."

She urgently wiggled under me and I rolled, coming to lay beside her.

"The first rite," she whispered, her fingers sliding down her body to her sweet pussy.

My blood caught flame as I watched her press fingers into herself, coating them with the mix of cum and desire, and the touch of her blood.

She reached for me, touching the wetness to my heart.

"Hei womulsas mia garell."

My first and only.

The words were normally reserved for wedding nights, though these days they often had the first reference dropped.

I reached down, cupping her sweet cunt.

"Hei womulsas mia garell."

In the quiet light of the morning we made the promise, those words as binding as any muttered at a wedding ceremony.

"Did you mean it?" she asked, her voice a soft whisper.

"Mean what?"

"That you love me?"

"With all my soul, my Queen."

She pressed forward, her lips finding mine.

I knew she couldn’t say the words. Not yet, not when this was still so new to her and she was still so protective of her tender heart.

But she would. I had no doubt. And when she did?

I grinned, rolling us over until she was on top, sitting astride my thighs.

Kit leaned back, one eyebrow raised. "And what would you have me do, warrior?"

I fisted my rapidly hardening cock, giving it one long, vicious stroke. "Ride me, my Queen."

And glory to the Gods, she did.

15

Katherine

Grand Hall, The Royal Palace

Six months later

The morning of our wedding began with rain, sending Charlotte and Mother into hysterics.

I'd expected something like this from Charlotte— my sister was nothing if not flighty, but from Mother? It was quite out of character.

"How is this possible?" she moaned, staring in dismay at the rain drops as they slowly raced down the glass of the picture window.

"It's meant to clear before lunch," I said, scrolling through the forecast on my phone. "And if it rains then it shall rain and we'll get wet. It matters not."

"It matters not?" Mother repeated, her eyebrows rising so high, I feared they would disappear into her hairline. "Kit. It's your wedding, how can you be so calm?"

Because all that matters is what comes after.

I couldn't quite give voice to the newborn emotions that swirled within me. They were blooming like a delicate flower, new and so ready to turn towards the sun. But it felt almost as if… as if I loved him. As if Jon and I were beginning a life together that would be beautiful and filled with joy.

Our engagement had been announced a scant few months ago. But the plans for the wedding had been in place for months prior. We'd waited, respecting the country's collective grief, and allowing them to process Jon's resignation. We'd decided to postpone until after the election, not wanting to sway the results either way.

Jane had won the election—but only by a slight margin leaving her in a minority government where the balance of power swung