My Queen

The faint vibration in Daniel’s fingers and toes moved swiftly through his body until the click-click of horse hooves on the cobblestone path and the Sentry’s alarm reached his ears. “Her Majesty’s approaching.”

A flutter in Daniel’s chest wiggled its way up to his throat, and no matter how he tried to swallow it down, the nervous rush overwhelmed him. Six long months passed since he’d taken his kingdom, and the castle was finally worthy enough for his family to join him.

Throwing the dark, wool cloak off his shoulders as his black, leather boots slapped against the stone floors of the castle, Daniel rushed to the doors then, with a flick of his wrist, willed them open.

The wagon pulled to a stop before him, and he slapped his hand to his heart when he saw his daughter on Rosemary’s lap. “Is that my Sigrid? She’s… she’s gotten so big.”

When Rosemary’s soft hand met Daniel’s, it was like the first static charged spark the day they met, and he pulled her in his arms for more. Squished between them, the little princess slapped at Daniel with her plump little hands as he kissed them with each swat against his lips.
“Yes, well, children do that, Daniel.” His eyes snapping back to hers, Rosemary twisted her lips and lifted her brows into an expression that reminded him how much he had to make up for. “It’s been six months.”

Her hair slid between his fingers as he closed them at the back of her head. Not a time for kindness or pleasantries, Daniel yanked her to his lips and nearly swallowed her bottom one whole while he took back every kiss he’d missed since he’d been away.

The rest of the world lost to them, it was Sigrid’s chubby belly giggles that ultimately broke them from their trance. Her knees weak and her senses scrambled from the first taste of him she’d had in months, Rosemary panted against Daniel’s chest and balled his shirt into her hands as she held on.

Still drunk on the scent of wildflowers on her hair, Daniel rubbed his soft lips against her forehead and begged for mercy. “Forgive me.”

An amused blast of air huffed from her nose as she smirked and rolled her eyes, then she poked her finger into his shoulder. “This time, Daniel.”

Inclined to release her from his grasp on her hair finally, Daniel brought his fingers to her chin and pushed it up, so she was looking at his eyes. “Never again. Never.”

A man of his word, Rosemary knew Daniel meant it, so she grinned and nodded. “I know. It’s alright. We’re together now, and it’s all that matters.”

He slid his hand down her arm until their fingers interlaced, then he brought her hands to his lips. “Come, let me show you your castle.”

Her kinfolk bowed to her as she climbed the stairs, and she chuckled to herself. “I saw this once in my dreams.”

When she passed over the threshold, the glimpses of another life rushed before her eyes and took her breath away. “I’ve been here before.”

Bouncing Sigrid in his arms and patting her little back, Daniel’s lips curled up when Rosemary’s eyes met his again. “Yes. I told you this is not our first time, my love.” Lifting his eyes to the intricately painted ceiling above them, Daniel nodded his chin to her to follow. “Look, Rosemary.”

Almost afraid to see it, Rosemary took a deep breath before her eyes fluttered up above her and the familiar faces she could never place from her dreams stared back at her. Her fingertips covered her quivering lips. “It’s them. I know them.”

He gazed at her mesmerized face while she inched towards him and reached for his hand as she kept her eyes on the masterpiece they had commissioned millenniums prior. “Of course you do. It’s us.”

The fat tears eventually falling to her cheeks, Rosemary’s fingers tried to reach out to the one missing piece that smiled down over her. Daniel pulled her into his side and rubbed the tip of his nose into her hair as his fiery breath whispered to her. “Don’t be sad. He’ll find us. He’s a good, strong boy.”

Daniel turned her away and started off for the tour through their home. “I know you can’t remember, not yet.” Nodding to the fireplace beyond the foyer, the disgusted sneer from the first day he took the castle came back to his face as he remembered what it was like. “The vermin who lived here had ruined the place; it was filthy. I didn’t want you to see it that way. It took longer than I expected.”

As he circled back to the hall of bed chambers, he stopped before their room. “I made the sitting room her nursery. I couldn’t stand the thought of her sleeping across the hall.”

His eyes blinked, then the door swung open, and Daniel stood aside. “I hope it’s to your liking.”

The thrilled cackle of an amazed woman echoed through the room as Rosemary’s shocked face pulled into a toothy smile. “Oh, Daniel, it’s beautiful.”

The wrought iron chandelier was bedazzled with the shiniest crystal that reflected the flames from the fireplace through the room like a hundred warm, yellow bonfires. A fluffy, white rug lined the stone floor’s center, and a tall bed with fluffy white blankets and pillows welcomed her.

Sliding her fingers into the mountain of pillows, Rosemary whimpered out a pleased purr as she rolled over and faced Daniel. “I want to go to bed for a year, at least.”

He crawled in next to her and sat Sigrid between them, then rested his head on his hand. Nodding to the mahogany headboard, Daniel asked Rosemary about the inscription that he stared at every night. “What does it say? I asked Agi, but he just laughed at me.”

She swept her smooth fingertips over the bumpy carving and bit back the embarrassed grin that curled up on her lips. “It’s a very naughty fertility blessing, Daniel.”

“Naughty?” The mere mention of anything sexual set Daniel’s chest ablaze; it had been six months, after all. His eyes traveled all over her body while she took in the splendor of her surroundings, and he struggled to swallow the knot in his throat. Her eyes making their way back to his, she could see the fire behind them.

Her fingers made their way down his chest and settled over the burn. “I believe you were always a bit of a naughty man, Daniel.”

As he sat up to lay Sigrid in her bed so they could have some private time, a knock came on the door, and Agamori’s annoyed face peered around the corner. “The men brought your dowry. All of it!”

While her cousins and brothers and Daniel arranged her things in their room, Rosemary placed the now sleeping Sigrid in her bed, then unbuttoned her coat. Catching the sight of her from the corner of his eye, Daniel nodded to the corner where he instructed Agamori to set her vanity.

Rosemary had been in various states of despair since they’d met, and he’d rarely seen her healthy. As her coat fell down her back when she shrugged it off, a faint gasp could be heard, and he clutched at his chest when he caught the curve of her ass through her gown. Be it the time or distance between them, Daniel couldn’t recall a more beautiful sight until she turned to face him as the light from the stained glass mirror bathed her. Her fiery red hair was even more so, and her breasts begged for his attention as her cleavage peeked from her dress.

Once the last man was gone, Daniel closed the door behind them and lowered the bolt.

He’d never moved so quick as he did across the room to Rosemary. Lifting her up against his chest, he wrapped his arms around her legs and took her to the fuzzy rug beneath them.

While he worked his kisses between her breasts, he fumbled with his pants until he was free of them.

Rosemary giggled as Daniel frustratedly wrestled with her skirt, but as soon as his throbbing cock found its way home, there was little left to laugh about.

With no need to be gentle anymore and no round belly between them, Daniel boxed her shoulders in with his elbows and pulled her arms above her head while he threaded his fingers through hers. Grunting into her ear like an animal, Daniel made her his Queen properly under the false stars of the chandelier.

Hardly catching her breath between the pleasured and painful thrusts of his hips into hers, Rosemary could barely get out the words when the wave of ecstasy rolled over her. “Daniel!”

“Shh!” His lips pressed to her cheeks as he warned her. “Don’t wake her.”

He hissed through his teeth as she clamped hers around his shoulder to suppress the moans that she cried into it.

When he emptied himself inside her, Daniel’s wet lips and hot breath covered her mouth and caught the last whimpers. “Welcome home, my Queen.”