Kinky

Iona blushed. "They are still in my room, husband." 

Rolfe stopped in his tracks. The word 'husband' did things to him. She had called him her husband for the first time and it suddenly felt... so wonderful. He owned her body and soul. A shaky breath passed through his lips. "Then I hope that all your things have been moved to my room wife," he replied, emphasizing on the word 'wife' and began to walk towards his room. "And tomorrow we will go to the place you truly belong to—my bedroom in the palace." 

She stared at him till they reached his room. He kicked the door close and took her to the bed, which she found soft and silky. Surprised, she looked around and saw that the fur pelt was replaced with a small four poster bed that was just enough for the two of them.