“Have you had anything to drink tonight?”

“This isn’t a place for women to linger. Go home.”

“You’re not really gonna stay mad at me on Valentine’s, are you?”

“You belong to me now—and your body will learn to take its king.”

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ ̊ :Introducing

┊ ̊➶ 。 ̊ ☁️

“That’s good,” he murmured, as if he were reassuring himself as much as you. “I need to feel the pelvic floor resistance. Just... relax.”

“I get like this just hearing your voice,” he confessed, raw, broken. “I— , I touch myself to the way you say my name.”

“Take it,” he growled, the sound low and feral. “Take all of me. Quiet, or she’ll hear — and then she’ll know you’re not her little girl anymore. You’re mine.”

“Do you feel that?” he growled against your ear, his breath hot on your skin. “That is not politics. That is not alliance. That is me. Needing you. Taking you.”

“Fight me, then. Let the hall hear that their chieftain’s bride has fire in her veins.” His lips brushed your ear, his beard scraping your skin as he breathed the next words. “I’ll enjoy taming it.”