Syn

     I threw myself back into the mattress and let out a deep sigh. The day was too fucking long. Meeting with attorneys, the faction leaders, Xavier...my father. What I needed right now was a gallon of whiskey, three cigarettes, and for this fucking mattress to swallow me whole.

Knowing death was waiting around the corner somehow made living all the more tiring.

But then again maybe my mind was trying to find some sort of peace in this madness.

I fished my cell phone from my pocket and turned it on. Nothing. It was ten past seven and I hadn't heard from Queen. I reminded her a couple of hours ago to be ready by now but she wasn't here nor was she answering her calls or texts.

"Two minutes." I dropped my phone and shut my eyes. She had two more minutes before I snapped and flipped the entirety of the underworld upside down. I was already hard-pressed for time. I figured every minute we got would be more precious to her.

They were to me.

I counted down the seconds, my eyes closed as I controlled my breathing. I tried my hardest to push away thoughts of my conversation with my father. He looked...hurt. And that was a good thing. It was my intention, obviously. But I'd be lying if I said it didn't feel like shit.

Live with that and know that even in death, I blame you.

Ouch.

I didn't mean that. I mean I meant it when I said it, but I was— ew. Emotional wasn't a word I ever wanted to use for myself. I always associated it with children, pregnant women, and my mother.

I happened to be none of those.

The sound of heels clicking down the hall rang through my ears, a pleasant click clack until I heard her trip over her foot and curse. "Fucking bitch," I heard her wince before continuing her steps. There she is.

I snickered and pushed away my smile as I sat up. She was late and I was pissed.

She opened the door and immediately my eyes landed on her. I crossed my arms. "You're here," she said.

"You're a quick one." My eyes dropped down to the rest of her body and I tilted my head. She wore one of my hoodies. This one in particular stopped a bit above the midway point of her thighs. I furrowed my brows.

I was never one to care what she wore as long as she wasn't naked but if she were to bend down even a bit or raise her arms a little, I'd see everything. The idea in itself was enough to make all the blood rush to my cock. The thought of someone else— anyone else having this reaction to her pissed me off.

As if it couldn't get any worse, my eyes dropped down to her black thigh-high heels. They wrapped around her legs like a second skin and I suddenly imagined them around my waist. With nothing else on— her in them, and me in her.

"If I wasn't completely aware of myself and could only see how you're looking at me, I'd think I was naked." She laughed softly and walked toward me. "I'd say you either don't approve of my outfit..." she placed her hands on my shoulders, "or you really approve."

I looked down at her thighs and reached for the top of the velvet boots. My knuckles grazed her soft skin as I eyed them. "Are these new?" I looked up at her, my fingers still on her thigh.

"New as in you've never seen them?" She asked. "I guess. But I've had them for a few months now."

"I like them."

She laughed. "I'll wear them more often then."

More often. I wasn't exactly going to be here for that.

"No." I shook my head. "Don't wear them again. Ever. For anyone."

"Not even for myself?" She frowned but I could see the amusement in her eyes.

"Especially not for yourself."

"I'll take that into consideration." She kissed the top of my head before stepping away and setting her bag on the table. "Why are you here so early? I thought you said seven."

I clicked my tongue. "I did say seven."

"Then?" She turned to me and raised a brow.

"You're late."

She frowned and tilted her head. "Late?" I nodded and she pulled out her phone. "It's only..." She looked down at her cell phone and winced before giving me an apologetic look. "I'm so sorry. I thought I had an hour left."

"I..." Notifications rang through her phone at the boatload and I cleared my throat. "Called and messaged you a few times."

"I see that now." Her face was set in a cringe as she tried to silence her notifications and I eyed her. Where was she?

"Were you in another realm?" I asked her. It was the only thing that made sense. The loss of cell phone service, the time mix-up...

"Yeah. I was..." she grumbled before setting her phone down. Why? Before I could ask she spoke up again. "I can be ready in five minutes." Yeah, right. She held up five fingers as if it'd make me believe her anymore and I gave her an absentminded nod.

I was still caught up with her being in another realm. I didn't exactly expect her to say yes to my question.

She peeked her head out from the closet and my eyes fell on her navy blue lace bra and matching panties. Both items left little to the imagination and my breath caught in my throat. "...quickie."

My head immediately went straight at that word and I stood up. I loosened my tie and lifted it above my head as I walked toward her.

She gave me an inquisitive look before her eyes dropped to my tie. "What are you doing?"

"You asked for a quickie." I let my eyes roam over her unabashedly. I said seven, but I didn't mind pushing it to eight for this.

"Quickly."

"Got it." I leaned in for a kiss and my lips brushed hers before she stepped back with a beautiful grin.

"I said quickly. Do you not listen to me at all?"

"It's kind of difficult to when..." My eyes dropped down to her breasts practically spilling out of the material and she shoved my chest, grabbing my attention. Barely.

"You are too old to be affected by boobs like this," she said.

"It's not so much the fact that they're boobs, but the fact that they are on your chest."

"And if I didn't have any?" She crossed her arms.

"Any what?" I asked. "Tits?"

Her mouth dropped. "Don't say tits."

"What's wrong with it?"

"I just think frat boys talking about women they've fucked when I hear tits," she explained. "Like, bro that chick had some rad tits."

"I've never heard anyone in my life..." I said in awe and she smiled.

"What?" She beamed. "I'm so serious. Guys are mean. And the word tit makes them sound detachable. Although..." she purses her lips, "the idea of that doesn't sound too bad. Just take them off at night and put them in my nightstand. Ooh! Or if I take them off before showering! Can you imagine...that would be..."

"Horrifying."

"Amazing," she finished.

I raised my brows and crossed my arms, leaning against the doorframe. "You know...back then—before we met, I never thought I'd be in a relationship. I never really wanted to. But if someone showed me a video of this conversation back then and told me 'this is the woman who will change everything'..." I lifted my hand across the space in front of us.

"Would you have come to find me earlier?" She wiggled her brows.

Yes.

"I would've tried harder to avoid you," I told her.

She burst out laughing and I dropped my hand. Fuck, I was going to miss the sound of that. If my life had a laugh track that played the sound that escaped her lips when she found something funny, I definitely would've made more jokes. A lot more jokes.

"You know that's a lie," she finally said. "I'm the funniest person you know."

"I'm the funniest person I know. You...are an idiot."

"And a close second?" She looked up at me and placed her hand on my torso.

"Hardly."

"You know, you can admit that you're glad it was me that walked into that palace and swept you off your feet." A slow smile spread across her lips and I placed my hand over hers. "It could've been anyone else."

"It could've been." I agreed with her. "A thousand people could've walked in but I wouldn't have looked twice. But you...you could've walked in at any time, in any place, and I would've known."

"Known what?"

"That beautiful weirdo belongs to me."

"Aww, that's so cute." She jutted out her bottom lip and leaned against me. "I would've never thought that about you." She pushed away from me and bent down to unzip her boots.

"Please. The world knows what ran through your head when you saw me."

"Oh yeah?" She said in a strained voice as she glanced up at me. "Do tell me what the world knows."

"As soon as those double doors opened..." I set the image for her, "I was the first person your eyes landed on and you suddenly got wet. Your immediate thought was how incredibly sexy I was— the rumors never did me any justice."

"The rumors actually told me you were a troll with boils and horns. Any step up from that was bound to be a surprise." She stood back up straight and placed her hands on her hips. "And it was a couple...steps up. Not too much though." She gave me a once-over.

"I'm the son of God's supposedly most beautiful angel," I reminded her. "No one in their right mind ever thought I was a troll. Besides, if I remember correctly...I recall you telling me you've touched yourself to—"

"La La La!" She held up her hands. "Enough. I should've never told you that." I laughed, accepting the small victory and she narrowed her eyes at me. "When people go low you go lower, hm?"

"I'm from Hell, Princess. I can go very low." She chuckled, shaking her head and my eyes traced her body once again. "Going back to your earlier question about a breast-less version of you; I wouldn't care."

"Really?" She gave me a look of disbelief and I shrugged a shoulder.

"We could rub chests or something. It wouldn't be a big deal."

"You are the worst." Her mouth dropped. "That's not reassuring at all."

"It wasn't meant to reassure you unless you see yourself losing them in the next forty-eight hours." She thought for a moment and I raised my brow. "Do you?"

"You never know..."

I leaned off the wall and reached for her. She yelped as I picked her up off the floor and set her on the glass display where I kept my watches. "Then I should enjoy them while they're here, no?"

A laugh left her mouth but I was completely serious. I loved going back and forth with her but we could only go for so long before I needed to touch her. There was hardly anyone that talked to me the way she did.

Their jokes felt so forced— like an act in an attempt to make speaking to the devil feel natural when in actuality, it wasn't. From the moment we met it was never something she struggled with. She was nervous from time to time, but she always managed to say something that would completely catch me off guard.

My lips dropped to her neck and I sucked on her soft skin before kissing down to her chest. Her breathing was ragged, her hands lost in my hair as her legs parted for me.

I grabbed her legs and pulled her closer to the edge and she groaned. Fuck me. I lifted my head to take her lips and she accepted immediately. Her soft lips moved against mine before she parted them and her sweet taste teased me. I couldn't fucking get enough.

I unclipped her bra before breaking our kiss and whispering, "Arms up," in a ragged voice.

Her lips were blush pink and bruised, her eyes dazy for a moment before she focused them on me. She immediately shook her head and held her hands over her falling bra. "Syn, you said seven' o clock and I'm sure we're well past it—"

"I've decided to take you up on your quickie offer."

"Quickly!" She said again with a laugh. "I was asking you if I should wear something casual or fancy. You weren't answering me so I said quickly," she enunciated the last word. "You just heard what you wanted."

I stood up straight and thought for a moment. Maybe that was true, but... "I don't care what you wear. I'd just like you naked right now."

"You're insatiable." Her voice wasn't much higher than a whisper and I could tell she wanted this just as much as I did. I was just fair enough to let her have the high road for a few more moments.

"I'm a man living on borrowed time, Princess." I placed my hands on the glass at her sides. "This is pretty tame for all the things I want to do to you before my time runs out."

I realized right after I said it that I should've chosen my words more carefully. I expected there to be sadness when I met her eyes again, but nothing but lust was staring back at me. This was a stark difference from her mood earlier.

Her fingers moved to the top of my shirt and she began unbuttoning it.

"Then I guess we should start now if we want to get to...everything."

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Queen moaned out loud and I tightened my fist around her hair. I placed a hand over her mouth to stifle the next scream before whispering, "Our son and your father are somewhere in this palace, Princess. And I'd prefer it..." I pushed into her slowly, her pussy clenching around me, "...if they didn't hear any of this."

She groaned against my hand in reply before biting my palm and I winced. I'll take that as a yes.

I was more gentle for the next few strokes until I was sure she wasn't going to be too loud. Satisfied, I slowly removed my hand from her mouth and placed a kiss on her shoulder. "Good job. Eyes on the mirror now."

I looked forward at the mirror a few feet in front of us and almost came just from the sight. Her bronze skin was flushed, her makeup ruined, and her hair a mess by my hand. Her breasts were pressed against the glass under her, her hands flat against it for balance. Fuck.

A picture capturing a million words wasn't an expression I ever believed in, but if I had a picture of this exact second, maybe I'd reconsider.

My fingers moved to her hips and she raised herself on the tips of her toes to meet me. She was close, I could feel it. There was that familiar tight pulsing, warm and wet just squeezing around my cock and begging for release. I'd give it to her, but not yet.

If I wasn't going to get a chance to see her like this again, I wanted to enjoy it.

I eased myself out of her, my eyes locked on hers before slamming back into her. Her mouth dropped into that beautiful o before her teeth bit into her lower lip and she stifled her moan.

"Syn, please..." she forced out.

"Princess, tell me I'm the only man that'll ever hear you beg like this." She moaned again and I stopped. "Tell me."

Rude of me to use sex like this to my advantage but I wasn't above it. I just couldn't fucking imagine— I didn't want to imagine any other person but me with her like this. Even if it wasn't true, I just needed to hear...

"You're the only one...ever," she said. Good. Everything in her eyes told me she was sincere, but I needed more promises.

"And, tell me that your future husband will be ugly."

"Fuck, Syn!" She snapped and I looked at her seriously. "Can we have this conversation later?!"

"I think now is perfect. Tell me." I was completely still inside her. I could feel her squirming beneath me, the need for me to move becoming stronger. I could feel it too, but I held back.

"I'm not fucking marrying anyone else and that's the end of it," she grumbled at me, her puffy eyes shooting lasers at my head.

"Queen," I warned slowly preparing to argue. "Oh wait. That works out perfectly. Great."

"But I will if you don't start fucking me right thee-fuck now."

A mix of a huff of laughter and anger left my mouth before I started moving and her eyes fluttered shut.

Touché. Cold, but touché.

With a few more thrusts I felt myself right there with her. My hands covered hers, pushing them into the glass and I pushed into her. I felt her walls tremble around me as she came and I groaned out my release.

"Fuck." I dropped my head to her shoulder, a shimmer of sweat painting her golden skin.

Our breathing commingled into one for what felt like a few minutes before she cleared her throat and spoke up. "Did I upset or hurt you in some way?"

"What?" I laughed and lifted myself off of her. I eased out of her from behind and she winced slightly before pushing herself off the counter and facing me. "Why would you ask that?"

"Where was my 'Come for me, Princess'  or 'Come with me'?" She asked. "I feel thoroughly used right now." She pressed her thighs together and crossed her arms.

So fucking cute. She tried her best to look upset but was failing miserably and a lazy smile hid behind her pout. This was my favorite state to see her in. Thoroughly fucked or used as she claimed and looking at me. She looked like a mess in the most devastatingly beautiful way and it made me want to take her to bed and forget about tonight.

"I'm sorry," I told her. "I forgot."

"When did your love change?" Her shiny brown eyes stared up at me, the chocolaty depths reflecting at me and I suddenly remembered why I didn't fuck her from the back more often.

Those eyes. I needed them on me— completely and clearly. Up close and fucking personal.

I never paid much attention to people's eyes until I looked into hers. Then I looked into everyone's whom I encountered to see what it was about hers that had me so enamored. The answer was simply because they were hers, and nobody looked at me the way she did.

Fuck, I hoped those brown eyes would be a lot duller for any man that encountered her. It was a petty desire but I hoped that they'd see them and think they were too plain and move on.

It was an impossible wish though. She was her. Everything about her was magical and one day someone was going to fall so desperately in love with that magic. These eyes that I was staring into right now were going to become the moon and stars of someone else's universe.

That broke me more than I wished it would.

I leaned toward her and kissed her on the lips.

She raised her brows at me and I stood back up straight. "What was that for? A kiss won't make up for you forgetting your lines."

I laughed a bit. "The kiss was simply because I wanted to," I told her. "I will make up for my mistake...in the shower."

She let out an excited shriek before throwing herself into my arms. I caught her and lifted her legs around my waist. Her arms rested around my shoulders as she looked at me. "But I'm the insatiable one?"

"Mhmm." She nodded with a smile before peppering a few kisses on my lips. I laughed, trying to meet her kisses while navigating my way out of the messy closet and into the restroom.

When we got in, I set her down and she turned on the shower. I removed the remainder of my clothing and tossed it aside before joining her inside.

"You're in a better mood today than you were yesterday." I took note of it as I let the shower door close. She ran her hand in the water satisfied before looking up at me.

"I am."

"Is that so?" I raised a brow. She was pissed and this was a complete one-eighty. "What's changed?"

Not that I was complaining. I much preferred this to her wanting to stay away from me.

"I've just come to terms with the harsh reality of what exactly I have to do now."

Harsh reality. "Which is...accept my decision?"

She laughed a bit before nodding. "Correct."

Good. That was what I wanted...

But why was it that everything going the way I thought I wanted today...was beginning to fucking hurt.

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