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Regency era Rex is coddling my brain and it’s 2AM AND I-

I’ve already written an outline for a story but THIS. 🤧🤧🤧

Quick warning this is spicy and MDNI 👺

The mellow glow of a candle is the only source of light amongst his bedchamber. Soft, feathery cushions are pliable under his weight, the sheets tender and tangled with sweat and constant movement.

It feels as though a weight has been dropped onto his chest, his breathing laboured and his heart racing with vigour. His fingers trail every curve of her body, nails dragging just enough to have goosebumps spreading like wildfire over his skin.

But it is when she utters his name, her voice strained, breathless and yet tender, that something finally snaps in him.

His gaze is trained on her lips, and his throat runs dry. They’re perfect. Swollen from his incessant attacks, a tint darker after he was done with them; biting and tugging.

He rests his face along her neck. His nose caresses her jugular, inhaling the scent of expensive soaps and fine perfumes; lavender and peppermint. Chosen by his own hand.

His grip on her waist tightens, his muscles flexing as he flips her over. Her legs entangle with his own and she lets a giggle escape as he allows himself to indulge in her presence one last time. He is quick to ease in, swallowing the sounds that leave her throat as he holds her throat, melding his lips against her own.

The weight lifts off his chest with every tender movement, and a smile eases its way onto his lips. This moment… It was perfect.

She was perfect.