Emhyr Var Emreis x Reader

Forty-Three

Heat chased through your body.

It was hard to find a reason why, but as soon as his lips locked with yours you lost all hate for that man who had his fingers tightly wrapped around your chin.

All of a sudden your body was drawn towards him, your hands rose to rest on his chest while your pressed your stomach to his to close the very last distance between the two of you.

The tip of his tongue chased goosebumps down your arms as it licked over your lips to get a taste of that mouth of yours.

With a gentle sound, you opened your lips to allow him entrance while greeting his tongue with yours.

He tasted of wine, or rather grapes, dark ones, with a faint hint of sweetness.

It wasn't an unpleasant taste yet you had expected a man like him to taste less gentle and more harsh.

Your tongue found his to dance with it in a twisted fight. Saliva already made your mouth water while he kept on exploring your mouth as harsh as you allowed him to be.

A low sound made his chest vibrate which pressed into the palm of your hands.

A soft breath escaped you as he broke the kiss to catch some air.

You could feel how your face was glowing.

While breathing a bit more hasty, you pulled back to escape the burning touch of his fingers.

He let you go, but only while his fingers opened one by one, as if his body refused to release that precious prey of his.

One hand shielding your face, you took a step back to catch your breath.

Your eyes lingered on his face in an attempt to figure out what he was thinking.

There was still this same old expression, yet his eyes seemed to talk more words than his mouth had ever done.

A stand of saliva, your or his, perhaps a mixture of both, ran down the corner of his mouth.

Slowly, almost lazily, his lips parted to reveal his tongue that wandered down to lick it up without leaving a single drop of it.

"You taste like stability.", he said and let out a breath that could have been close to a heated gesture.

The paleness of his face had turned into a slight blush but perhaps that was just caused by the warmth of the candles around.

"What is the meaning of this?", you asked, your voice almost as weak as your knees.

Your hand found the edge of his bed to hold onto.

He watched you while his head sunk so that he could take a deep breath without you catching a glimpse of the emotions that raged inside his brown eyes.

"Shouldn't you know?", he asked and looked up at you from between his eyebrows. "You made an offer that I cannot decline. Don't want to decline."

"My offer has nothing to do with this... These actions of yours...", you tried to defend yourself while your hands dug into the fine bedding for support. "This is supposed to be a connection of convenience."

"Oh, it will be.", he took a step towards you to once more gently caress your cut cheek. "But even I am just a man. A simple man with desires and needs."

With an almost gentle expression, he bent down to let his tongue slide along the cut and brush away every hint of blood there was to be seen on your (S/C) skin.

This gesture alone made you shiver with weakness.

Both confused but also oddly drawn to him, you had to sit on the edge of the bed to prevent yourself from collapsing.

"Emperor.", you gasped and pulled away so that he would stop playing with that wound of yours.

His hand found your head to play with a few strands of (H/C) hair.

"You've called me Emhyr so many times out of mockery.", he almost chuckled, that's how amused he sounded. "Why not also out of pleasure."

You put a hand to his chest to keep him from stealing another kiss.

"You don't care for me. You'll never care for anyone."

"You can tell these things for yourself to believe, but I'll continue to enjoy your proposal.", he breathed a kiss to your healthy cheek, only to get closer to the corner of your mouth with every further kiss. "I might not love you, but you don't love me either. However, I admire you. And this admiration will turn into affection."

Enchanted by those rarely charming words of his, you turned your head and allowed him to steal another heated kiss.

This time it made you shiver to the core. You almost had to make a sound of excitement.

Emhyr was a good kisser. So good that it was hard to believe he had only ever courted his late wife Parvetta.

But in that moment you didn't care.

Without your command your arms wrapped around his neck to pull him closer.

Everything he had said was true.

You didn't love him. Yet you couldn't deny the way your body reacted to his.

And he was also right that you brought this upon yourself. He just did waht everyone would have done in his situation.

You had made him an offer and he was about to accept it. All that was left to do was take advantage of the privileges that came with your offer.

You didn't mind if he didn't love you. Because you had something much more worth.

His true admiration. It was just another way of his to say that he respected you. He saw you as his equal.

And all he wanted was to keep someone as powerful as you by his side.

Perhaps it was a selfish matter. But at the same time you were selfish as well for you had given him an ultimatum.

Either he'd marry you and make you the second mightiest person in all of the empire and beyond or you would have ran off with Vernon Roche and support the rebels.

His choice had been an easy one, because deep down Emhyr Var Emreis had waited for someone like you to finally strengthen his reign.

You were that one piece he had been missing in order to become an emperor like no other.

And that was what made the two of you perfect for one another.

Not love, but pure compatibility. Like two sides of the same medallion.