It was bright and brought tears to my eyes, but I closed them and turned my head toward the sky as warmth bathed my skin despite the cold. Then I began to twirl, spinning until I was laughing and dizzy. I was not sure how long I stood there beneath this sky, the one that had belonged to me as a princess and not a queen, but I soon sought Adrian, who waited in the shadows, leaning against the trunk of a tree, arms crossed over his chest, watching.

I had always thought he was beautiful, even when he was my conqueror.

Now, I loved him, and he was somehow more stunning.

I ran to him and jumped into his arms, his mouth closing over mine as he unclasped my cloak and his before laying them on the ground.

When he returned to me, our mouths collided in a feverish kiss as we knelt to the ground.

I guided Adrian’s overcoat from his shoulders and ran my hands beneath his tunic, palms smoothing over his warm, hard stomach.

He shivered. “Your hands are cold.”

I smiled. “I need them warm for what I want to do.”

He raised a brow. “What exactly do you want to do?”

I rose higher onto my knees, my gaze level with his as I answered. “Suck your cock.”

Adrian grinned and pulled me close.

“That mouth, Sparrow,” he said, and his tongue parted my lips, twining with my own.

His hands pressed into my body as he ground into me, his arousal pressing hard against my stomach. With my hands warmed, I stroked him up and down as we kissed, smoothing beads of come over the crown of his cock until his fingers dug into my skin as he held me.

“You should sit back,” I said as I pulled away. He did as I asked, resting his back against the tree. He gathered my hair into his hand as I bent to take him into my mouth. He was warm, and the come that had gathered at the tip of his cock was salty. I liked the way his breath hitched as I worked him with my hand and my tongue, the sting of my scalp as his fingers tightened in my hair, the bulge of his muscles as he dug his heels into the ground.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his fingers pressing into my neck. He held me in place for a few seconds with his cock fully in my mouth before pulling me up and kissing me.

“I want to be inside you,” he said.

I shifted forward, straddling him and sinking down onto his cock, my knees digging into the hard earth despite our thick cloaks.

“Do you like this?” I asked.

He laughed, hands on my breasts, squeezing every time I thrust my hips.

“Sparrow, I love this.”

“Then tell me how it feels to be inside me.”

“Warm.” He paused, lost in his own pleasure. “Wet.”