Anna

The king relaxed against his bed-frame, staring into a small wine glass until I came in. The slight tilt of his head was enough to fill my cheeks with warmth.

His green eyes were so committed into drinking my features; there was a flicker of curiosity over a wicked smirk.

He looked threatening, flipping a small blade open and close. I guess that was his idea of fun?
And of course, he was shirtless, his muscles reflecting with strength. Couldn't he dress more modestly?

But he looked better today. I guess that was the lie I told myself to make him seem more attractive in my mind.

His green eyes darted from the knife's edge to my own features. I knew the look of conquest...of dominance that rested in his orbs. He would not be filled until he had me...

all of me.

He sighs, swirling the small glass again before standing up. "I need you to taste this" He cursed shoving the glass into my palm. He pushed past me, stepping to the window to sit.

"It's been 2 weeks since someone tried to poison you, my king. You should not be so paranoid"

"Shouldn't I?" he said in mock enthusiasm. He still brandished the blade, playing with it as if it was a freshly plucked flower.

"Not everyone is out to kill you" I reminded him sarcastically.

"Hmm funny," he said behind a quiet chuckle. "It was not too long ago that you were attempting to do it" He pointed the sharp edge towards my figure.

I heated and looked to the floor.
Dare he remind me?

"If not everyone is out to kill me, then tasting the drink should be no trouble Anna?" He invited, leaning his head against the perimeter of the open window frame. I swirl the drink in my hands before pushing it to my lips. It was bitter yet spicy, caressing my throat with warmth.

He takes a new glass that was beside his knee and pours the same drink into it's rim, pushing his own between his lips.
And there he goes again. Those eyes, piercing into mine, taking in my features from across the room.

"Why do you stare at me?"
He was silent, allowing a devilish smile to shape his lips. "Do you stare at me because I resemble her?"

I knew it was a bold statement to utter but I was somewhat annoyed.

"Maybe I like to stare at fascinating creatures Anna?" He pushed another glass of wine to his lips.

"Is it bad to say that I am jealous of her?" I admit, picking up my own glass again.

"Why?" He didn't miss a beat, pouring the rest of the the wine into his glass and tossing it into his mouth.

"The people stare at me.
You stare at me because I look like your beloved." I say, making sure to refrain from saying her name.
He is silent but hummed curiously.

" I doubt you actually know me... or care to know me. You will never know me. You only care about my features because I look like her and that fills me with jealousy"

"There is nothing to be jealous of." he dismisses my worry.

"Is there not?" I challenge.

He lifts himself from the edge of the window and makes his way across the room, invading my space and towering over my figure before pulling my jaw to face his.

His fingers grazed just beanth my chin, his greedy palm snatching my jaw in conquest.  "Your mouth is sharp like hers. She never knew when to hold her tounge" he teased. "You have her midnight kissed skin and vibrant brown eyes" he looks into them, making sure to assess every feature, "but that is where the similarities stop"

He trailed a tender thumb onto my lips, making me snatch a sudden intake of breath. "Your lips are more tantalizing" he bragged, rubbing it's surface with the uptmost care. "And your hips?" he snatches my waist into his own, making my skin radiate with heat.
"They are more voluptuous than the arches the sea"

I still looked into his eyes, unsure of what to say or even how to respond.

"But there was one thing the former queen never seemed to grasp. It was a lesson even the wistest men could not teach her"

"Oh?" I hummed, "And what lesson was that?" I whispered. He smirked,  snatching my jaw and lifting it to face him.

"The lesson of Obedience."

I frowned, looking into his eyes. Surely he was not serious? What a perfect segway for the night he anticipated.

Impatiently, he turned me around, unlacing the strings of my tight dress, his hands traveling up my shirt to grope my breasts. He was impatient, refusing to allow the thin cloth to slip off. I allow him of course, hissing as his fingers cupped against my flesh. I could almost feel him smirk as he discovered my nipples were hard from his caressing.

Before I could even whisper for caution, he grabbed my nape and forced me around, taking me into his lips. We smacked quickly and carelessly, his hands weaving to untie the rest of my corset and blouse, letting it pool to a pathetic pile on the ground.

And in an instant, his teeth were at my skin, tugging and gnawing at each part as if he wanted a taste of me, leaving a trail of bruises across my skin.

I looked away out of embarassment as I felt his eyes on me but he rested a finger beneath my chin, forcing me to face his gaze.

I knew he was assessing me, tempting me to be disobedient, testing to see just how far he could go.

He was assessing my limits, daring me to challenge his actions and protest, but I was adamant to be obedient.

He trailed a hand down my spine, dragging a lazy finger down my stomach then into my throbbing flower. I gasp, the frigid air raced into my lungs as he started to play in my folds. He cursed, his erection growing against my thigh as he felt my wetness.

"Mmmm" I moaned. I could feel myself beginning to unravel, the excitement building in my core. His thumb grazed over my fleshy head and I could feel myself on the verge of my high. I grabbed his wrist, cautioning him to my fated climax. Just as I was about to explode into a firework of ecstasy, he snatched his fingers out. 

I snarled as his fingers roamed free and rested against my shoulders. I was upset they were hanging so nimbly instead of weaving inside my core.
How dare he!
He knew how close I was to calling him by his name.
I needed just another second.

"Your body is screaming for my touch, yet your eyes? There is hatred in them as you look at me.
Do you hate me Anna?" he teased, thrilled at my rebellious emotions. The darkness in his chuckle was just cruel.

All his foreplay was getting on my nerves. His hands felt so innate against my skin, I cursed myself for itching for more. I was silent but moaned as he pushed another finger angainst my core.

"Do you hate me thorn?" His crisp breath danced against the pinna of my ear. I moaned, reckless for his touch as he slid another finger beneath my core.

"If you want to f*ck me then just do it" I cursed, impatient for him to penetrate me. He twisted me around and looked into my eyes, pleased I had broken so easily.
I was supposed to be obedient.

Henry

My fingers violently clasped around her throat, suddenly cutting off the air from her lungs. She froze, stiffening from the abruptness of the attack her face never revealing any vulnerability.

"Be careful of your words" My voice was low and gruff, cruelty lacing my speech. It turned me on to see her like this, her whole life in the palm of my hand. Her fate was on a single thread, my hand the very shears to end her lifeline. I could feel her struggling to breathe although her calm face revealed nothing.

Fuck, she was good.

I felt her apple quiver as she tried to swallow, her chest began to rise and fall within the seconds.
"I asked you a question before. Why didn't you answer?"

She only stared, looking into my eyes. My grip tightened and slowly she gasped, cueing me of the grip around her.

"Do you hate me thorn?"

She gave a slow shake of her head. Her lips forming into a seductive, prideful grin. It was if she was sneering at my grip, begging me to tighten it.

She was warning me that she was not one who's flame could he dimmed. She had hidden a resilience that kept her comfortable and that made me laugh.

"Keep smiling" I test her, "I know something that can fit between your lips that will wipe that smirk away thorn"

Slowly, her lips formed into a pout. My fingers crossed against her skin, lifting to her jowl until she sucked the top of my thumb.

"Good thorn" I smirked, allowing her to continue, her sweet saliva dripping down my knuckles.

I was pleased allowing my grip to ease until I decided I had not finished with my fun just yet.

Anna

His grip around my neck was invasive but I of course took it with devotion. He lingered a lazy finger against my throat, wiping the moist saliva from his thumb onto my cheek before snatching the string of his pants away.

His heavy palm forced my body against the stone wall; I still felt him behind me. I tried my hardest to sneak a peak of his impatient beast but he forced my jaw forward, making sure I looked straight.

"Lay on the bed, as*s up" he snapped.

I obeyed of course, walking to the bed before laying flat and scooting my waist high. There was a lengthy time of silence before I dared myself to look behind.

He pushed a heavy palm to my neck forcing my throat against the bed, making me immobile. "Did I say I was done thorn?" he cursed, pressing his lips against my neck.

"F**k" he cursed before a stream of warm liquid painted my back. I froze, feeling his warmth against my back.

"Now look what you made me do thorn" he sighed, pushing his hands to each side of my waist. Before could ponder his sentiment, he forced my legs open, pressing a tongue between my folds.

I tried to stifle my moans but they were extreme.
"Henry" I pushed a heavenly palm against his curly scalp to caution him but that did nothing. He went even deeper this time and the next thing I knew, I was riding his face, making him remember the scent of his delicate thorn.

His tounge was as slithery as a snake, formulating his path and inflicting his venom.
He consumed me like it was his first meal; Smacking on my center with courage for he this was the first meal in a long time that he need not fear.
He needed no taster or cook.
It was a meal free of venom and strife.
So he ate his fill.

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My hips lifted as I felt myself tiring but he held them down, his tongue instructing me to remain still.

After what seemed like forever, I finally climaxed and he lapped me up like a delicious dessert, flipping me over to naw my butt.

He nibbled at each part, marking me as his own until a knock came at the door. He ignored them, taking more nibbles from my skin.

Another knock sounded again. "Fu*k off!" he yelled beneath a growl, still leaving a trail of kiss down my spine.

-KNOCK KNOCK-

"My king... we need you. The Pope has traveled to see you" It was Cromwell's voice.

He froze, looked into my eyes before pulling away. He pulled his pants on before opening the door.

Henry

"You better be jesting" I cursed, leaning against my door frame so Cromwell would not enter.

"My king the pope is downstairs in the court. He came unexpectedly."

"Okay? Tell him to pack his bags and fu*ck off!" I  said, beaming with pride at my witty rebuttal. The Pope was a spineless mess. I did not care to greet him in my residence. It would disturb my peace. Cromwell did not laugh at my witty banter. I could  the creases in his forehead from my spot. He looked more stress than before lately.

"My king—" he began.

"Does annexation mean nothing to the oaf? What could he possibly want now?" I interrupted him impatiently. For months he had been trying to reach me by letter and for moths I had been ignoring him. He was dead to me.

"I don't know sire, but it's best you come down to inquire that knowledge" he explained.

I shut the door, cursing before going to clean. I was tired of everything and everyone. The stress of the kingdom had been taking its toll. From avoiding death to annexation from he church, my spirit was not well.

Anna

I sat up watching him as he made across the room into the bathroom. He went to wash his face, cleaning his hands in the basin before drying them.

Silence permeated the room. I could tell he was stressed by the unexpected visit, no matter how much he dared to hide it. He pulled on his crown and a soft loose blouse, letting his chest expose.

I stand, walking over to him before kissing his chest. He smirks watching me carefully before pulling my jaw up and kissing my lips.

"I have to deal with this oaf." He cursed pulling his lips away. I take his palm, gently running my lips across it. He sighs, allowing me before pulling a curl from my cheek.

"Why is he here?"

"I don't know. I annexed that bastard for a reason." He says, looking into my eyes.

"Maybe he hates you?" I suggest boldly. He chuckled and nodded silently.

"Seems like my list is growing?" he asks. He carries me high, showering my neck with kisses before dropping me into the bed. "I'll be back" He looked into my eyes, kissing my lips before pulling away from my body.

"And I will be gone." I teased. He grabbed my jaw, pulling my cheek before kissing me again.

"No you won't thorn" He bragged, kissing my forehead before leaving.

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Author Note

Fun fact but really sad fact.
It took me like 4 days to come up with nickname for Anna but then thorn popped into my mind! And it ties into the story because in the first chapter,
Anna said they people referred to Anne Boleyn as a rose without the thorns.

But Henry calls Anne thorn. Are we filling the nickname?

Sorry if I didn't rock the room! More smut is coming though 😭