Only You

Duties

Aelin returned to Orynth feeling bone tired. Her and Rowan had spent the night doing everything but sleeping. In between their tumbles in the sheets they would talk— about nothing and everything. And when dawn had started to approach they lay in each others embrace and let sleep take them before they would have to return to the palace.

A loud knocking at the door had roused Aelin from her sleep and she groaned and squinted at the sunlight that was streaming through the window.

"Your highness?" It must have been one of the palace guards here to pick them up.

She closed her eyes again and sighed. Rowan was still sound asleep next to her; and after the last weeks he had endured, she didn't feel like waking him up— he needed the rest.

So Aelin slipped from the bed, but quickly realising she had no clothes in here. She silently cursed and glanced around the room, her eyes landing on a blanket thrown over a chair. She grabbed it and wrapped it around herself the best she could and padded from the bedroom to the front door.

She pulled it open a little way and smiled sheepishly at the guard who tried to look at anything but Aelin, his words mumbled as he spoke.

"The king sent me to collect you and Prince Whitethorn." He stared at his shoes as he spoke to her.

"Give us a few minutes. We just need to gather our things." She smiled at him before closing the door softly. The sound of footsteps behind her had her turning and she grinned at the sight of Rowan. He had not put on any clothes and she took the time to really appreciate his body.

"Who was it?" He strode into the bathroom, Aelin following.

She leant against the doorframe clutching the blanket around her. Rowan was picking up their discarded clothes, before he turned to her and stilled.

"You answered the door in that?" He asked, baffled.

Aelin shrugged. "It was either this or I answer the door naked."

Rowan's eyes narrowed.

Aelin grinned again, this time letting the blanket fall to the floor. Rowan cursed as he examined her and she stepped forward.

"Aelin..."

She looked up innocently at him. "What?"

"We don't have time for this." He practically growled. His hands grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him. "You're making this extremely difficult." He kissed her neck, sucking on the sensitive skin.

She groaned quietly, her hand falling to grip him. He hissed and she chuckled before starting to move her hand.

"We have to go, Aelin." His words a little breathless as she quickened her movements.

"I'm sure you can be quick." She rose up on her toes and kissed him lightly.

Rowan gripped her waist tighter, hesitating slightly before he pulled her to the corner table.

"Bend over."

She heated at his demand and did as he said. She let her stomach lie against the small table, her hands stretching in front of her.

Rowan wet his fingers before he brought them to her centre and slipped them in, moving them in and out a few times, Aelin barely able to contain her groans of pleasure. Rowan brought one hand to her mouth and held it there to cover her noise before using his other one to guide himself to her entrance and pushing himself into her. She let out a muffled cry and clenched her fists as Rowan began to move inside her, his movements fast and rough. The hand over her mouth moved to her hair, bunching it in his fist and pulling it, her head coming upwards as he pounded into her faster.