Heavy Crown ♚ H.S [SLOW UPDATES]

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"Harry, get your head out of my dress stand up, this instant!"

Harry pulled his head out from under Reina's dress at her command, pink lips glistening from having his head between her legs. They were in a secluded hallway, on the top floor; similar to the one they used to always go to for some alone time but on the other side of the castle.

  The birthday ball was boring them a little and Harry was quite aroused after seeing Reina in a deep crimson dress that swept the floor, and made her look like the most ravishing woman in the palace tonight. This they decided to sneak away and have some fun. Harry smirked at his wife, licking his wet lips at the way her cheeks were flushed and her chest was rising up and down rapidly.

He gently moved her leg that was hanging off his shoulder as he stood up, sliding his warm hand up the side of her thigh as he inched closer to her, other arm resting on the stone wall beside her head. Reina felt the material of her red dress slip down her soft skin, exposing her leg as Harry hooked it over his hip. Her hands slid up his firm chest, feeling the red velvet under her palms as they traveled to find their place on his shoulders. Their lips met in a slow, tantalizing kiss, tongues and breaths mingling and mixing into a hot mess. Reina moaned softly into his mouth, not wanting to tear away from him, but she had to.

"I hear someone," she tried to pull her lips away but Harry had sunk his teeth into her lower lip, biting it gently. "Mmph."

"Maybe we should let them watch while I take you here against this wall."

"Right and what if it's Fredric? He'll be mortified," Reina gave him a blank look.

"It's not like he hasn't seen it before," Harry snickered before Reina glared at him, pulling her leg out of his grip and pushing him back. "Alright, perhaps I shouldn't have said that."

"Yes, perhaps," Reina scoffed, annoyed with how he could make jokes like that but if she ever did, he'd get angry and hurt. "I'm going back to the ball. I'm starving and I want to dance."

"Oh Reina, I'm sorry I'll refrain from saying things like that from now on," Harry grabbed her hands before she could walk away, speaking to her with sincere words. "Can I make it up to you tonight? Please?"

"How?" Reina arched her brows at her, pulling her hands out of his and folding them over her chest.

"You'll see. I promise you'll be pleased," Harry smirked at her, dark pink lips tugging to the side with his dimples popping out. "Shall we?"