“You hate it,” she huffed and crossed her arms in offense, before I even tasted the food.
“I do not!” I tried to defend myself while the clumpy piece of burnt crust scratched my throat. “It’s good.”
She stared at me incredulously.
“It’s okay,” I rectified. ”A bit crunchy.”
She continued to stare for a long minute, and then Anwen fell prey to a laughing fit so big that she almost suffocated. I allowed myself to laugh too, not knowing if it was her hysterical laugh that made me chuckle or the situation itself. Either way, I loved it. Loved her.
After she wiped away the tears from her cheeks, my mate grabbed my hand and dragged me onto the sofa. As soon as I sat, she positioned herself on top of me, both inhaling heavily from the closeness.
“I missed you today,” Anwen hummed in my ear, her warm breath tickling my lobe.
“I missed you too,” I murmured, barely able to contain myself from taking her then and there. “So much that I decided I’m taking a few days off,” I said tentatively and her eyes gleamed with joy.
“You are?” her laughter exploded in the room, illuminating it brighter than the sunset pouring through the window.
“I think we need a few days to…” I started drawing lazy shapes on her thighs,”enjoy ourselves,” I replied and kissed the side of her neck. “Enjoy each other,” I added as I kissed the other.
“I very much agree, my prince,” she replied half mockingly and removed herself from my lap, my insides screaming from the loss of her. But before I protested, her hands gripped my pants and dragged them down, my obvious desire for her springing free. Instead of claiming her place back onto me, she settled herself in between my legs, her fingers slowly scraping my thighs.
“Anwen,” I murmured in warning.
“Ansgar,” she imitated the tone of my voice and without warning, grabbed me in her hand, squeezing and stroking and before I could even grunt from the building sensation, her tongue was on me, circling around the tip.
“Anwen,” I whispered, voice so rough it could barely escape my throat. She moaned with satisfaction as she took me in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the veins, teeth scraping slowly, carefully as her mouth received me deeper and deeper.
“By the goddess, Anwen,” I cursed, or I think I did, as she worked me with generous strokes of her tongue, the building pleasure so rough that I had to grab onto something to keep myself from falling over an imaginary cliff.
One of my hands found a pillow and squeezed the fabric so hard it ripped through but the other found my lover’s shoulder, the nape of her neck and instinctively, I snatched her by the hair. She did not seem to mind as she bent down further onto me, so much that I practically felt myself poking through the back of her throat and I couldn’t…
“Anwen stop,” I tried to say but she did not care, would not listen. She continued to torture me so sweetly.
“Anwen!” I heard my raspy voice but by the time I finished releasing her name it was too late. I felt myself spilling into her, down her throat and a flood of relief poured through me. I realised what had happened, what I had done and immediately let go of her hair and tried to remove myself from her mouth and help her sit back up, by my side.
I panted heavily, the marvellous sensation still sending waves through my body and as she looked at me, she smirked proudly. I exhaled, another wave of relief inundating me.
“That was…” I waved my head in awe, I didn't even know if such a word existed.
“A thank you,” my mate replied with a grin. “For taking a few days off.”
“Then I think I need to thank you as well, my lady. For allowing me to stay here and devour you,” I grinned and, not letting her react, I lunged at her and hoisted her legs onto my shoulders. She snickered with excitement as I pulled her tiny shorts to the side, giving me free access to something I craved more than dinner.
A knock on the door woke me up and had my mate bouncing from the bed.
“Shit, it must be Friday.”
She grabbed my shirt to cover herself, then realised it was mine and threw it back onto the floor, searching desperately for a garment of her own.
In the past few days we had done nothing but eat, sleep and mate. I took Anwen in so many ways and so many places I had lost track, though I was now perfectly acquainted with each one of her moans and knew exactly how she wanted me to satisfy her. It became impossible to control ourselves, if one of us suggested another activity that was not bodily-exploration related, like watching a story or going for a walk, or even taking a bath together, it only took us a few minutes and desire overpowered everything we did.
So we allowed ourselves to relish in it, to explore our bodies inch by inch, to hold competitions on how quickly we can make the other shatter and to relish in each other every waking moment we had. Even now, seeing my mate’s breasts bounce up and down in her desperation to find something on the floor stirred my desire and were it not for someone knocking on the door, I would have probably jumped up from the bed and fucked her until she screamed my name over and over again.
“Don’t make a sound, they never come in here,” she warned and closed the door behind her. I heard her steps onto the staircase, her sweaty feet slamming onto the hard wood and a few moments later, the door opened and my mate greeted the guard.
A chill went through my body at the surge of energy that walked through the door and I knew something was wrong. It felt as though the room was ablaze, the air pressing in so hot and ready to burn, ready to wound and destroy. And Anwen was in the middle of it.
Caution aside, I moved out of the bed and got dressed, then searched for the only dagger I had brought with me which luckily was thrown somewhere in this room, then I pushed the door open carefully, mindful to not make any noises that could attract the guard’s attention. I knew it would get Anwen in trouble, so I only stepped into the corridor and walked by the staircase long enough to eliminate any threat. After that, I was determined on going back and staying hidden until the man left.
