Late night’s prayer.

A daughter to the kingdom. My little treasure. The pride rising within me was endless.

I found myself coming all the way to her nursery every time I had a bit of free time. To check on her. To make sure she is growing well. 

Valleria decided to feed her on her own, even when she had several wet nurses able to cover for her. It was fascinating. Her breasts turned from beautiful into irresistible and I wasn't able to turn my eyes away from her chest when she leaned over to put our daughter back into her cradle.

"It's getting late. Are you coming to bed?" She straightened her back and glanced at me with a smile.

"Not yet." I quietly refused, well aware of what she was implying by this question.

She got quiet for a moment before she gave me a short "Alright." and left without even looking at me.

They told me it took about six weeks for her to heal. It has been almost three months already. And I was a weak man when it came to her. 

I slept in a different bed since the first day and I turned down every single one of her attempts to touch me anywhere other than at my face or hands.

At first, I had to hold back because of the pregnancy, until we stopped with the sex stuff completely. Then, she was in no state to even think about doing anything thanks to her difficult recovery, and as soon as she felt a bit better, I forbid myself from touching her completely. 

Now when nothing but my self-control held my urges, it became the true challenge. I didn't want to hurt her, just because I was unable to hold back.

I hushed out one of the servants and locked myself in the bedroom as soon as I entered my chambers. With my jaw painfully stiff, I knelt beside the bed with my hands on the bed, clasped into each other.

'Calm down. Calm the fuck down.' I repeated to myself over and over again as I growled out loud and clenched my fingers into the bedsheets.

"I'm sorry I interrupted your prayer, Maximilian." her quiet voice stopped my lewd thoughts and I froze before I glanced behind my back. She stood between the door, holding the spare key in her palm.

"Talk to me, can't you see how much it bothers me? Don't you find me worthy of your love anymore?" She walked to me and sat down, clearly anxious.

"I'm just worried I will hurt you. You know I'm not a gentle lover." I sighed and sat beside her to get off the floor.

"We can take it slow." Valleria suggested and reached for my hand.

I hesitated for a moment, conflicted between my desires. Looking into her eyes, I could see the longing and vulnerability. With a shallow breath, I pulled her closer and kissed her hungrily, determined to ease her worries.

Valleria whined and practically threw herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck.

Her hot breath tickled my lips just before I deepened the kiss.

I could feel her body responding to my touch. Her hands moved down my chest, tracing the contours of my muscles, and I groaned into her mouth when she loosened my pants.