Burning

Part Four

Kingsley waded through a sea of shopping bags with a small smile on his face. He took off his cloak as he navigated his way through the room, throwing it on the bed as he went.

He paused in the doorway to the closet. Gowns and heels were everywhere, and standing in the middle of all the chaos was his wife. She stood with her back to him, in front of a floor length mirror, wearing a black lace lingerie set. She was tugging at the top of a pair of black thigh high stockings.

“Did you enjoy spending our money today?” He asked with a smirk.

Henrietta turned to smile over her shoulder, “Very much.”

“Good.”

Kingsley stalked towards her, and Henrietta felt her heart speed up in response. Henrietta was once again struck by how powerful he looked, how God-like. He didn’t give her time to dwell on it though.

He picked her up by the back of her thighs. His thumb stroked at the edge of her stockings, as he carried her towards the bed. He weaved through the shopping bags carefully, kissing Etta’s neck as he went. He set her down on the edge of the bed, and watched her eyes light with want as he took off his robes.

“I’m getting questions at work.”

“What about?” Henrietta asked, trying to resist the urge to rub her thighs together.

“People want to know what name you’ll go by.”

Henrietta’s patience had worn out. She pushed herself up, and pressed her lips to Kingsley’s abs, running her tongue up them. She pulled at the buckle of his belt, as she looked up into his eyes.

“If I can spend your money, and bear your children, I can bear your name, can’t I?”

There was that fire in his eyes, burning through Henrietta in the most pleasant way. He picked her back up, pushing her against one of the four poster’s of their bed. He kissed her and Henrietta was lost once again to the flames. She gasped as she became aware of the rest of their clothes disappearing.

“Did you do that wandlessly and silently?”

“I did.”

Henrietta pulled him back to her. His magical power only made him more attractive. It always had. She squirmed, wiggling her hips, so she could get down to where she wanted. Kingsley sucked in a breath at the movement. 

He laid her down, and   climbed over her, kissing up the length of her skin. He paused to take a nipple into his mouth. Henrietta gasped as it set her nerves alight, making her want him even more. Kingsley considered his pursuit up her body, kissing a sensitive spot on her neck.

He moved her hair away from her ear, so he could whisper in it. He sank one finger into her soaking wet core, and began to move it, as his thumb moved over her clit, making her body burn.

“Lady Shacklebolt- The Woman Who Conquered- so submissive, so responsive, such a good girl. But just for me. Isn’t that right Etta?”

Henrietta could barely speak. She nodded her head frantically. His words were driving her insane.

“Kings, please.”

He chuckled at her, shifting his weight so he could align himself with her core.

“Open your eyes, Etta.”

Her green eyes opened, to look into his dark brown gaze.

“Do you want to try for an Heir again?”

She nodded, pulling on his shoulders, angling her hips up towards him.

“Please Kings.”

He smiled and kept her gaze as he sank into her. She took him easier this time. This was home. Magic against magic, skin against skin. He moved slowly, watching Henrietta's face as he thrusted deeply into her. His thumb moved over her clit as he worked. Etta’s eyes fluttered closed of their own volition.