Shadows of the Forest
He leaned in, eyes growing dark with mock despair, lips twisting in that familiar teasing smile. "Sometimes I think you don't love me," he said wryly, half challenge, half plea.
Anna's jaw dropped at the absurdity, the ridiculousness of it striking her with a sudden, sharp jolt of amusement. She raised an eyebrow, her hand drawing a soft path across his chest before leaning forward, leaving a slow kiss on his cheek. Her lips seared heat into him, soft but inexorable. "Don't look at me that way," she breathed, her voice husky and intimate, the whisper skimming him like fire. "I love you more than you can imagine. But I want our son's liberty as well.". I won't have him tied too soon, even by a crown.
