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nudged against the rosy pucker of her anus. Xander held her hips to keep Avin from pushing back too fast.
    “Your king is in control,” he reminded her, giving his captive lover a slap to the bottom. She moaned, and he could smell the fresh pulse of arousal, the musk of it mingling with the smell of earth and flowers around them. He pushed forward, watching as the tip of his flared cock head breached this taboo portal she offered. Xander relaxed his grip, allowing her to push back. She whimpered with a combination of need and pain, but continued to envelop his cock, her bottom hole slowly stretching to accommodate his girth. He moaned as it slipped over the head of his cock, the fit so exquisitely tight. He reached underneath her, his fingers finding the sensitive button of her clit as he continued to enter her by small, sweet degrees.
    He lost track of time; he could have been sliding into her for minutes or hours or days. All fell away around him save for her and her soft moans and little cries and then the louder, deeper moans when he became fully seated in her and began to move.
    “Oh, my master… my king!” She was moving with him, lost in her submission to the man who controlled her life and—at the moment—her very body.
    Xander felt the pressure in his loins building, the surge of it stronger than anything he’d ever experienced. He’d intended to hold back, but the sweetness of her passionate yielding pushed him to the point of no return. Pleasure came simultaneously for both of them at once, his bursts blending with waves he could feel through the walls of her bottom passage.
    When it was over, he bathed her in a stream. They were riding home when a messenger met them with word that Lord Reginald and the Ravenscroft nobles would be arriving by nightfall. Xander looked over to see Avin staring down at the ground, trying not to cry. From there, they rode home in silence, and in silence they climbed the stairs to her chamber. Sal was waiting, a concerned look on her face.
    “Where have you been?” she asked. “I was worried!”
    “She was with her king,” Xander said. “That is all you need to know.”
    The maid pursed her lips but said nothing more.
    “Leave us,” the king said, and inclined his head toward the maid’s chamber. Sal moved through the door into the other room, leaving them alone.
    “I love you, Avin.”
    She tried to suppress a sob, and he hugged her.
    “The only thing that binds me to you is a chain,” she said. “We cannot be together… we cannot marry.”
    “Then I will keep you, if you will be kept,” he said. “And while you live, I will love no other.” He paused. “Do you remember my mother’s necklace?”
    She suppressed another sob at the mention of the adornment Xander had once showed her at Ravenscroft. He’d said on her deathbed, his mother had told him to give it to the woman he truly loved, and that he intended to give it to her on their wedding day.
    “I’ve ordered the jewels be brought here from Ravenscroft,” he said. “It is time for me to keep my promise and give that necklace to my true love.”
    He kissed her on top of the head.
    “I will send my father away,” he said. “I’ll make him warden of the south. He can run Ravenscroft for me. It will keep him away from Windbourne. He will not live forever, Avin. We will be together. Just be patient.”
    She nodded, winding her slim hands in his tunic.
    The sound of distant hoof beats got their attention and both king and slave looked out the window to the king’s road. They’d arrived home just in time, for in the distance they could see a plume of dust and the banners held aloft. Lord Reginald and the nobles of Ravenscroft were returning.
    “I will be kept busy by them,” he said.
    “I know.”
    “I will try to see you.”
    “You don’t have to. I know you have your duty.”
    He kissed her goodbye, the parting of their lips painful only second to seeing the sadness in her eyes.
    Cynric met