Queen Of My Heart by Jordan Silver

putout; from now on all our nights will be spent together. She gave me hell when I laid  beside her and tried to draw her into my arms. The wrestling match that followed left me winded and found her beneath me.
    “Cease my queen, I will not fight you for your favors, as your husband they are rightfully mine and I mean to have them.” She glared up at me with murder in her eyes, but that was nothing new. I tried to take her lips in a kiss and got a nip for my troubles. Looking down at her furious expression I used my hand to climb up her thigh, daring her to say me nay.
    “This is mine, you are mine, you will not keep it back from me ever.” I used her body’s natural instinct against her as I found her heat with my fingers and plunged in. With my thumb on her love button and two fingers working her inside I felt the first flush of warm heat as it escaped into my hand. “No my beauty do not be ashamed of what I can make you feel.” She had turned her face into her pillow to escape me. As if she expected me to gloat at the fact that I could draw this out of her, but that was not my aim. I just wanted to love her.
     

Chapter 13
     
    As the days wore on, I felt her relaxing her guard more and more around me. She was very pleasant with the men and she spent a lot of time with Jason when we weren't riding. Her laughter would ring out through the camp at whatever story he was telling her from his day spent riding with the soldiers. I was amazed that I'd never taken notice of how beautiful her laugh was before. Of course she saved her frowns for me but no matter how she turned her cold shoulder to me during the day the nights I owned her. I'd come to enjoy wrestling with her; it was a nice addition to our bed sport, it made the fucking somehow that much sweeter because no matter how she fought me, in the end she always cried out under me, her little hips rising to meet my thrusts.
    We hadn’t spoken of her exile since the night I’d shown her the letter but I knew the matter wasn’t over. Sometimes I would catch her in deep thought but always she’d say there was nothing the matter. I tried to show her without words just how remorseful I felt at my treatment of her and the way I’d handled the debacle but still I felt it wasn’t enough.
    I tried drawing her out, once again longing for the ease we once shared and little by little she was coming around but I couldn’t help but realize there was something on her mind. At night after I’d taken her I would try to get her to open up but she would just turn away not willing to speak on the matter farther. It was as if knowing what had caused the riff had been her only interest. Something about her attitude plagued me but since she refused to discuss it there was nothing left for me to do but try to reassure her. She has proven to be quite stubborn and the only time we seemed to be on even footing were the nights and sometimes stolen moments during the day when I took her beneath me.
     

 
     
    We’re a few short hours from home now. The days spent together on the ride home has gained me just a small lessening of her ire but at least she wasn’t hurling invectives at my head at every turn any longer. I’ve used the nights to my advantage, trying my hardest to breed her. I was no longer worried about her leaving me but the idea of her ripening with my child has taken root and is all I can think of now and I couldn’t wait to make it so.
    “We will be home soon my queen...no don’t tense up, all will be well I assure you. As soon as we’re properly settled I will get to the bottom of this, have no fear that anything like this will ever happen again.” I kissed her temple and held her tighter around her middle as we sat atop my horse.
    "Humph, you’d best hope your bed warmer is nowhere in sight or she'll be missing a head."
    I just rolled my eyes at her theatrics. I've told her time and again that the Stefano wench is not my mistress and has never been but she's