Chapter 8

Kieran pulled himself up on the bed, until his face was next to hers. He gently stroked her cheek as he would the down of a baby bird, and smiled at the satisfied object of his devotion. Rosie lay, breathless and motionless for several minutes, until she finally turned her head to face his. "Where did you learn to do that?" she softly queried. Kieran laughed to himself. "There's more in my books of study than potions for a queen's headache," he answered with pride. He propped himself up on his bony elbows, and planted an affectionate kiss on her forehead, before hopping out of bed and sauntering over to the chair where the glass bottle landed. Picking it up, he commented, "Speaking of the queen, you best get this to her before Princess Charlotte makes her head explode entirely."

Rosie blushed and grabbed her clothing from where it had fallen. She hurriedly pulled her chemise and coarse dark tunic on, and shoved the soaked undergarments into a deep pocket at her side. She slid her feet into the slippers, stood up, and glancing downwards, noticed Kieran's stiff shaft still straining against his trousers, begging to be released from its fabric prison. Rosie looked into his eyes, overwhelmed with guilt at feeling so completely fulfilled while leaving him in frustration. "What about you?" she asked, gesturing towards his still rock hard manhood. "Oh," he commented, briefly glancing down at his stiff member, "I can take care of myself. I'm just glad I could make you happy." He paused for a moment, contemplating his next words before leaning over and whispering in her ear, "That's all I'll ever want in life." Her jaw dropped and she struggled to regain her composure. She noticed the bottle in his hands, and pried it from his fingers into hers. She started to take a step towards the stairwell, until he caught her wrist in his massive fingers, and pulled her toward him, their chests slamming together. Once again breathless, Kieran managed to pant out, "I want you as my wife," before she pulled away from his grasp, and ran hurriedly up the stone steps to complete her errand.