“Darling,” Rhys purrs as rough fingers gently brush my hair back from my face. “Wake up, hen. I’m leaving.”
At that my eyes spring open.
“W-what?”
“Don’t get up,” he smiles gently at me. “I’m just about ready to go.”
“Where are you going?” I ask, feeling my heart beat faster and faster at the thought of being left alone in a castle full of killers. It’s like I’m on real lifeTraitorsbut I am going to end up for real dead.
“I won’t be far,” he says, evading the question. “But I will be away for a few days on business. Leo will be with you.”
“So soon?”
“Aye, hen,” he says gently, his eyes soft as theytake me in and I know he’s going to let me down. “I have a nation to look after.”
And who could argue with that? I’m just one person; he’s got a whole country to look after and protect. Sometimes you have to sacrifice the queen to win the game, but then again, I’ve always just been a pawn.
“Okay.”
“You’ll be all right,” he says and it’s so heartfelt that I know I have to lie to him so that he can do what he needs to and not worry about me.
“Of course I will,” I whisper. “And I won’t miss you at all. I have lots of fancy things to do. Loads.”
“Aye,” he says, his smile widening. “You do. Don’t forget you have the animal shelter in your diary this week.”
“Yes, yes,” I reply. “I just might come home with all the animals.”
“Leo will be jealous,” he replies.
“Leo might enjoy a playmate or twelve.”
“But a dog that could protect you is something to think about,” he says.
“Or something small and obnoxious I could carry around in my bag like a posh lady,” I reply, my eyes wide and innocent.
“Aye,” he replies and his eyes crinkle in that delicious way at the sides when he smiles. “That too. Whatever makes you happy here, hen, I’m onboard with.”
“Okay.”
“Now be good while I’m gone.”
“Never.”
“Have fun with Dahlia,” he says. “Now give me a kiss goodbye.”
I sit up in bed and lean toward him, letting the covers pool at my hips, exposing my bare body, the way I was when I fell asleep last night in his arms. His eyes drop to where my breasts hang full and heavy and I watch as his stare grows heated and hungry.
“Fuck,” he bites out as he pulls at his tie. “I’m going to miss my flight.”
He crashes his lips against mine as he reaches for my breast, palming the weight of it in his large hand before pinching my nipple and making me gasp in his mouth. He pulls away from me and tears at his clothes. Pieces of his suit falling away as he pulls them from his body. Then he yanks the covers back and I shiver, both from the cold and from my hunger for my husband.
Rhys covers me with his body, and I open my thighs for him as I fall back to the pillows just in time for his hand to find me. He flicks my clit roughly with the pad of his fingertip and I let out a low moan as he spears me with two fingers.
“Always so ready for me,” he growls as he replaces his hand with his cock and slowly slides deep.
“Yes,” I pant. I wrap my arms and legs around him as he begins to move inside me.
He presses open mouth kisses down the side of my neck, nipping at my collar bone as he pumps in andout of me. He pushes down on the space between my mound and my hip, making me feel him, fuller and deeper. He leans down and pulls my nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting as he drives me higher.