"So very greedy," she answers, her voice breathy after he's growled and nipped at her collarbone. "Greedy for all of you, Skellig."

She meets his kiss, matches his want and desire, and her own heart stutters a little in her chest.

"Getting there," she agrees. "The Queen would like to ride her King, drive herself onto his cock." The hand that was in his feathers moves down his body and around, seeks his cock to stroke it, tease it.