Now you had an out. Each step you took down the aisle was one step closer to getting out. The wedding cloak Robb wrapped around your shoulders solidified your freedom from this hell, you barely noticed his disinterest. Almost. It became increasingly evident throughout the night, though. Alone at the wedding table, Robb looked at everything but you. His attention was everywhere but the woman beside him. No, it seemed to be on that woman sitting all alone in the back of the room. Talisa, you’d heard the maids whisper. Robb’s lover he’d given up to secure his men’s passage across your father’s lands. She was beautiful, with a kind smile and sad eyes. She must be in love with Robb, too. 

You sighed deeply beside your disinterested husband. You could never hope to be as beautiful as Talisa. You could never hope to captivate Robb the way she did. Reality slowly dawned on you. Had you traded one hell for another? The food in front of you suddenly smelled sour and your stomach twisted into a knot. No, it wouldn’t be hell, it would just be lonely. Robb was a good man and had no ill intent. He’d leave you alone and dedicate his time to his home, his people. You would be fine.

“You look like you’re at a funeral, not a wedding,” Robb said, his gaze remaining forward.

You should’ve smiled, should’ve done your duties as a lady to reassure a man – your husband. Your lips remained downturned. “She’s beautiful. You must be very sad to give her up.”

Beside you, Robb remained the picture of regalness. “I intend to keep my vows. I am a man of honor.”

“If you say so, I will believe you.” You pushed the peas on your plate with a fork. “Will I be lonely?”

The silence stretched on for too long. Off to the corner, a few of your brothers guffawed, mouths full of ale and half chewed food.  “I cannot lie to you,” Robb finally answered. “It is possible.”

You tried to keep the tears that stung your eyes at bay. Perhaps your new future wasn’t a comparable hell to the one you were leaving, but it certainly was a form of hell. You looked forward, looking at your brothers and sisters instead of Talisa. You needed to remind yourself why this arraignment was good, even if it would only last mere seconds. 

From the corner of your eye, you saw your father push away his plate and take a long swig from his cup. Everyone else in the room noticed the same movements and in response banged their fists against the tables. With a hand raised, the banging stopped and your father spoke.

He looked at your new husband with a sternness. “The septon has prayed his prayers, some words were said, and Your Grace has wrapped my daughter in a cloak.” Your father ran his gaze across the room, addressing the audience. “But they are not yet man and wife. A sword needs a sheath.”

Laughter erupted through the room, your father joining them. Robb stilled beside you, shoulders tense and eyes hardening. Your stomach roiled at your father’s next words, though you weren’t exactly sure why.

 “And a wedding needs a bedding. What does my sire say?”

The guests, most of them your kin, chanted two words in a way that made your mouth go dry. You weren’t sure what was happening, but the hungry looks from the men weren’t easing your nerves.

“To bed! To bed! To bed!” Cups banged against the table tops once more, the sour smell of ale and wine wafting towards you as they sloshed out of their hosts. The band struck a merry tune, and with the music stormed forward some of your brothers and male guests to the wedding table. A yelp escaped your lips as harsh, calloused hands hauled into the air and carried out of the room. Happy faces blurred past you on your way out and in the distance you swore you could hear Robb curse.

Your knees landed on the cold floor as the men tossed you into an empty bed chamber. Your heart beat wildly. What in the gods was happening?

The door burst open a few moments later. Women shoved Robb into the chamber in a fit of giggles and closed the door quickly. A tense silence hung in the room as you and Robb looked at each other. His breathing came quick, his eyes matching the panic you felt – and no doubt showed. 

Robb moved towards you, holding out a shaky hand in front of him. “Are you hurt?”

You looked down at your knees. “Bruised, but not bleeding.” You let Robb help you off the floor. His hand was so much larger than yours. You could feel the callouses on his hands, could feel the warmness seeping into your skin. This was the first time he touched you all night. Even during the ceremony, he was careful not to touch you. 

As soon as you’d gained your footing, Robb let you go. You tried to ignore the sudden chill on your hand, the sudden chill in your heart. 

“Do you…know why they’ve put us in here?” you asked timidly. 

Robb’s brows knit together. “You don’t know?”

His face morphed into one of horror at your confused face. “You don’t know…” he whispered, more to himself. The tips of his ears turned a deep shade of red. You followed his gaze to the bed. “It is our wedding night.”

You nodded your head slowly. “It is, Your Grace,” you said, matter of factly. 

“And,” Robb started, the redness growing to his cheeks, “on a wedding night, a marriage is consummated. Do you… Do you know how a marriage is consummated?”

You shook your head. 

Robb loosed a deep breath. “It is when a husband and wife make love –”

“--We are not in love.”

A strangled sound came from Robb’s throat. “Yes, but the act is called that.”

You shook your head again. “I do not understand. What is this act?”

“When – It’s – A man inserts his –” Robb took a deep breath. 

Seeing Robb, the King of the North, flustered and stuttering in front of you tugged at something in your chest. His whole face was red, the deep hue crawling down to his neck. You felt bad for him, but surely whatever he was trying to say wasn’t that embarrassing. 

“Why don’t you show me, Your Grace.”

Robb made a choking sound, a hand coming up to cover the bottom half of his face. “You would not be saying that if you knew.”

“It does not matter what I know, Your Grace. If this–act–needs to be done to consummate our marriage, I don’t think my knowledge will make a difference.”

“It does, your consent does,” Robb responded with exasperation. He pointed to the bed. “We are supposed to consummate our marriage there— I’m supposed to insert myself in you, spill my seed in you. That is the act.”

Your cheeks burned with realization. Your nurse had mentioned this act once, had gone into explicit detail of what happened, how it would feel—and warned you to be cautious. Why, she’d never told you. She only grumbled something about manipulative men and abandonment. Surely, though, an honorable man like Robb wouldn’t abandon you…right?

“Oh.” You wrung your fingers, fidgeting to distract yourself. “If--If that is what is required of me, then I consent.” 

Once more, a frustrated breath escaped Robb. The chair in the corner groaned loudly with Robb’s weight as he threw himself on it. His elbows propped on his knees, he buried his face in his hands. You stood there, watching him. What else were you supposed to do? The sturdy, fancy fabric strained against Robb’s broad shoulders as he breathed deeply. His brown curls rested almost haphazardly along the nape of his neck, and fell unceremoniously against his fingers. 

Robb was handsome, you couldn’t deny that. From the moment you saw him in your father’s throne room, you’d known that much. He’d barely given you a proper look, but his eyes were mesmerizing. The blues of his eyes were dark then, cloudy. Your heart squeezed a bit at the reality of the situation. True, Robb had only married you to get his men across the Fork, but you had been hopeful he’d appreciate your beauty, be excited about it. How could he, though, when his lover was far more beautiful? How could you ever compare? 

Timidly and unsure, you knelt in front of your new husband, gingerly pulling his hands away from his face. The blues of his eyes were clear now, nearly the color of the frozen north. 

“Your Grace,” you started. 

“Robb. You are my wife now.” He slid his eyes to the side, avoiding your gaze. 

Your heart fluttered at the statement, your body choosing to forget the sidelong glance. Your hands rest on his knees. “Robb,” you said slowly, testing the way it rolled off your tongue. “I know we are not in love — we have only just met. I do know that you are a kind, honorable man in both action and spirit. I trust that you’ll take care of me. I give you my body to fulfill our duties – to consummate our marriage and bear you an heir. Please, do not be afraid of our future. We both share an understanding of what this arrangement is, and I think we’ll be able to come to some sort of arrangement.”

You held his gaze as he, no doubt, searched your face for any doubt, any deception. The blue turned stormy, but the look of horror he wore slowly dissipated. You were thankful for that, thankful that his shoulders began to relax. He placed his hands over yours on his knees and held them loosely. 

“I don’t know what I did to gain your trust, but thank you. I cannot promise that we will ever be in love, but I can promise we can get to know one another.”

Rumors were spreading through the castle that Robb was hovering over Talisa, helping her with the injured. The hovering you believed. The helping part, not so much. He had said he was a man of honor, but with every day that passed you doubted that more and more. Despite the rumors that you were with child, Robb hadn’t visited you in the month he’d returned. You were starting to believe that he’d never visit you. Why would he, if he was with his love?

You sniffled into your wet pillow. You’d been in bed since you woke up, crying. A maid had entered the room, but you quickly sent her out with a lie that you weren’t feeling well. Moments later a bowl of porridge was brought to you and left on your vanity. You stared at the bowl now, stomach twisting. You had made a terrible mistake offering yourself to marriage. The Twins seemed more like home than Winterfell – you’d much prefer bullying than silence. Your chest tightened. 

A soft creak echoed through the barren room as the door opened. Quiet footsteps entered the room, then stopped by the side of the bed. You huffed, keeping your back to them. 

“I told you I’m not feeling well,” you grumbled. “Please leave.”

“I thought you’d be more happy to see your husband.”

Your back stiffened at the sound of Robb’s voice. He was here, alone in your room after months of silence. You pushed yourself onto a hand, turning to face him. The thick blanket fell to your waist to reveal your thin night gown. He barely noticed. 

Robb gave you a sheepish smile. “Are you alright? I heard…the news.”

Your brows knit together, your lips parted in disbelief. “Get out.”

Robb stood there, shock and confusion knitting his brows together. He shook his head as if to clear it. “What..?”

“Get. Out.” you repeated. “You do not get to waltz around with your lover while your wife is waiting for you. You’ve been here for a month, Robb, and now you decide to visit me? Get. Out.”

Shame dawned on Robb’s face. “I didn’t know how to approach you after they told me about the child,” he admitted, shoulders slumped. He looked smaller than before, like the admission had weighed on him.

“There never was a child,” you responded. Tears stung your eyes now. “Seeing you with your lover makes me ill. You lied to me.” With what strength you could muster, you chucked your pillow at his face. “Get out!”

The pillow bounced off of Robb’s face and fell to the floor with a soft thump. He looked at you, his expression softening. Instead of leaving, he did the exact opposite. He climbed onto the bed slowly, extending a hand to cup your face. His thumb swiped away something wet on your cheek. When had you started crying again? 

“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I should’ve come to see you sooner.” His thumb swiped at another tear. “I can assure you, I have no lover. I’ve been helping Talisa with the wounded, but I’ve been in council the rest of the time.”

You sniffled. “I do not believe you.” You pulled his hand away. “I saw the way you looked at each other when you arrived.”

Robb took a deep breath. He unbuckled the cloak he wore and draped it over the vanity’s chair. “What must I do for you to believe me?” He made to reach for you again, but kept his hands to himself. 

You sat up, scooting backwards until your back hit the bed’s headboard. You looked at him, at his freshly cut hair and scruffy beard, at his icy blue eyes that bore holes into yours. You wanted to tell him to kick Talisa out, to ban her from the castle – the town. The sincerity in his features made you think twice. No one could control who they fell in love with, so you shouldn’t blame Robb. 

“Stay with me tonight,” you said quietly. 

Robb gave a lazy smile. “Alright. Would you like to stay here, or in my chambers?”

You blinked. You hadn’t thought he’d agree so quickly – or at all. “You’d be more comfortable in your chambers…” you trailed off. You looked at your barren room. The planeness wasn’t suitable for a King in the North. You only had a bed and vanity. Technically, the room wasn’t suitable for you as Robb’s wife, but you hadn’t really cared. Truthfully, you hadn’t cared about much since arriving in Winterfell. 

Robb nodded, pushing himself off the bed. He extended a hand towards you. Flashbacks of your wedding night flooded your mind, of almost the same scenario. A warm, shaky hand helping you up, icy blue eyes looking into your soul. Your cheeks heated, but you took his hand without hesitation. 

“I’m only in a nightgown, I need to get dressed,” you said, moving towards your still unpacked chest. You didn’t own many dresses, but that didn’t mean you had to walk around in your sleepwear. 

“There’s no need,” Robb responded. You felt heavy fabric drape over your shoulders and fur tickle your neck. 

You didn’t have a chance to look at what Robb had covered you with, though you were sure it was his cloak. Robb’s bent towards you, placing an arm under your knees and scooping you up. You let out a surprised yelp, clawing at Robb’s cloak to cover your modesty. In a few swift movements, Robb was walking out of your room and down the hall. Every turn you encountered shocked staff who bowed then walked away fast. You tried to cover your face with Robb’s cloak, but you were curious what the rest of Winterfell looked like. You hadn’t done much exploring upon your arrival, and after witnessing Robb with Talisa in the courtyard, you’d stayed confined to your bed chamber. 

Robb made a turn, then another one until he approached a large door. The door was similar to your own, but different, more expensive looking. He opened the door with ease, stepping inside and closing the door in a swift movement. He placed you down gently, your feet landing on the cold floor. Robb’s room was larger than yours and far more decorated. A four poster bed lay against a wall in the middle with two end tables on either side. A small sofa sat in front of a large fireplace with a sturdy coffee table in between. A large plush fur rug was placed under the bed and a smaller matching rug was placed under the sofa. There weren’t many decorations adorning the walls or furniture, save for a stack of books next to the coffee table and on one of the nightstands. You stepped towards the nearest stack of books and grabbed the first from the top. The words as you leafed through the pages were familiar, from a fairytale you’d grown up reading. 

“Do you enjoy reading?” you asked, grabbing the next book and leafing through the pages. Another fairytale.

Robb hummed in response. He grabbed the book from his nightstand and held it out for you. “This one is my favorite,” he said with a sheepish smile. 

You took the book and smiled. You knew this story very well. “When I was younger, my brothers would take my things and ruin them. They’d rip my dolls apart and tear pages out of my books. This copy was the only one I was able to save.” You smiled to yourself, running your fingers over the worn edges. “I was never allowed to buy more books, so I could only reread this one until it practically disintegrated.”

Robb smiled, one that reached his eyes and your heart flipped in your stomach. “You are more than welcome to read from my personal collection,” he said. “I promise, no one will tear them to shreds.”

You turned to place the books back where they belonged and giggled. Your hands were shaking…why? You’d been alone with Robb before, had shared a bed with him – once. You were far from being familiar, but by the gods, this was your husband. You chewed on the inside of your lip. Husband. Your stomach flipped again. What in the hells was this feeling and why was it leaving you incapacitated? 

“Do you have any other interests?” you asked, running your fingers along the spines of the books.

“I haven’t had the time for any interests as of late, but my interest is to be with my family,” Robb responded. He moved to the fireplace, tossing some wood inside. He ignited a fire, shoving around some of the wood with a poker.

You felt the heat immediately, but taking off the cloak had you feeling too self conscious. Too exposed. Underneath your nightgown was a thin, white cotton fabric that left very little to the imagination. While you had shared a bed with Robb, your clothes hadn’t been fully removed. Your cheeks burned as images from your wedding night flooded your mind. Robb hadn’t even fully disrobbed. He’d taken everything off save for his undergarment, and when he’d inserted himself in you, he’d only pushed it down to his thighs. He wouldn’t let you disrobe completely, either. Your wedding gown was removed, but your chemise stayed on the whole time and had been hiked up to your thighs for the consummation. Robb hadn’t looked at you, had just pushed himself inside and moved. He had been gentle and loving in his own way, but he was just fulfilling a duty.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you felt Robb tugging off the cloak from behind you. You had been so lost in your thoughts – in your memory – that you hadn’t noticed Robb comment on your flushed face and attribute it to the heat. He discarded the cloak on the sofa, leaving you feeling exposed. Instinctively, you crossed your arms over your chest. 

You watched as Robb undid the buttons on his coat, revealing a thin white shirt underneath. He removed that, too, discarding everything on top of the cloak on the sofa. He turned to you with that lazy smile. 

“I know it’s the middle of the day still, but I’d like us to spend more time together. Afterall, I made a promise that we’d get to know one another.” Robb shoved his clothes to the far end of the sofa and sat on the opposite end. He gave a small wave. “Come here.”

You obliged, albeit, with timidness. You sat next to Robb on the sofa, stiffer than a rod, arms still over your chest. Robb gently wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you back into his chest. You let him guide your placement, shifting your body to mold with his on the sofa. 

“Tell me what it was like to grow up with Walder Frey as your father,” Robb said. His hand idly stroked along the length of your arm. 

You told him stories of your childhood, of what it was like to grow up with your father. Or, rather, without your father. You lived in the same place, but he hated his children and stayed far away from them until they were old enough to tolerate. You exchanged stories of your childhood, both the good and bad. Over the hours of stories, you allowed yourself to relax, to become comfortable in Robb’s arms. Your arms migrated from your chest, with one arm draped lazily over your stomach and the other combing your fingers through Robb’s curls. The moment felt intimate, far more than your wedding night. His laugh did things to your body you didn’t even know were possible. After your stomach flipped for the umpteenth time, you had an inkling of what could be the cause. 

Love.

How you had fallen in love with a man you’d only seen twice, including today, you had no idea. You even hesitated to call it that, but the way his smile made your insides flutter was confirmation. You were in love with Robb Stark. But he was in love with someone else. Someone you could never compare to, someone who had taken all of Robb’s attention since you’d known him. 

You grew quiet with the realization, your fingers absentmindedly combing through his hair. Robb had been tracing swirls on your stomach, the fabric of your nightgown bunching right above your knees. 

“Is everything alright?” Robb asked, breath brushing against the shell of your ear and voice down an octave. The husky tone sent a shiver up your spine. 

You could only nod and shift your position slightly. Robb stilled underneath you, his hand flattening on your stomach.

“Are you sure?” he questioned.

You pushed yourself into a seated position, twisting your back slightly to look him in the face. “Do you think we’d learn to love each other? Like in your fairytales?” you said finally. “Like your parents?”

Robb studied your face, eyes dipping briefly down your chest and to where his hand still lay on your stomach – to the ring on his finger. “I think so,” he admitted. “If you had asked me on our wedding day, I would have said no. But spending time with you today has started to change my mind.”

You nodded, bringing a leg to drape over Robb’s thigh. Now fully facing him, you realized the proximity of your bodies. Your fingers traced over his sternum, nail gliding through the soft, thin curls on his chest. “I’ve enjoyed today,” you said softly. “Thank you.”

Robb’s chuckle rumbled through his chest, sending vibrations through your finger. “Why are you thanking me?”

You shifted onto his lap, your other leg moving to drape over his other thigh so that you were straddling him. You felt a bulge beneath you, resting against your bottom. Robb’s hands rest on either hip and the blues of his eyes became stormy.

“You took time away from your council to spend with your wife – a nobody in the grand scheme of things.”

Robb shook his head. “You’re not a nobody. You’re my wife and the mother to my future children.”

Your stomach did that flip again, your cheeks heating. “All the same, thank you for taking the time to be with me.” You chewed on the inside of your lip and shifted again. Whatever was underneath you was making it a bit uncomfortable to stay in the same position. “And staying with me tonight.”

Robb’s eyes shut tightly and he loosed a breath. “It doesn’t just have to be tonight. We can ask the staff to move your things in here.”

You shifted again, trying to find your way around the lump beneath you. “I wouldn’t want to impose–”

“For the love of the gods, stop moving,” Robb breathed, pressing his fingers into your hips. 

You stilled, brows knitting together. “Are you okay?”

Robb nodded. When his eyes opened, they were darker than you’d ever seen them. “You wiggling on my lap…you’re rubbing against me.”

You tilt your head to the side. You didn’t see anything wrong with that, so why did Robb look like he was in pain? You tried to think on it – clearly he wasn’t going to tell you outright. You noted the tinge of pink on his cheeks and his deep breathing. You pondered over the thought that that maybe he wasn’t in pain, but somehow was the opposite. Despite the tight grip on your hips, you moved them again, this time down against his lap. The soft moan that came from his lips was enough confirmation – he wasn’t in pain at all. And the sound, you’d heard something similar come from him during your wedding night when he was buried in you. You moved again, bracing yourself with your hands against his chest.

“Please,” he whimpered. “You don’t know what you’re doing.”

Your stomach tightened at the whimper, at the way his eyes darkened and looked up at you with hooded lids. You could feel your heartbeat thump in your chest, thump in your lower abdomen. “I think I do,” you breathed, moving your hips again. 

Robb groaned loudly, eyes nearly rolling back in his head. “Don’t start something you cannot finish,” he said darkly, hands pushing you down harder against him. 

The lump beneath you twitched and pulsed against your bottom. You scoot back just a fraction, enough so the large bump was against the ache between your legs. You were breathing deeply now, too, excitement coursing through your veins. 

“I can finish,” you said between breaths. Your nails scratched lightly on Robb’s chest as your fingers flexed. 

Robb looked at you with skepticism, watched you look down at him with a gaze drunken and weighed down by lust. He swallowed hard and moved a hand from your waist. Slowly and a bit unsure, he moved his hand beneath your night gown and up your thigh. Your heart beat harder against your chest as his fingers danced along your inner thigh, then up, up until they separated your slick folds. His thumb found purchase on the small bud between your legs and added a slight pressure. The sound that came from your lips shocked you, heat instantly creeping up your neck to your face. Robb gave you a crooked grin, then moved his thumb in tight circles. 

A string of curses slipped through, earning a chuckle from your husband. Yes, your husband, who was touching you so intimately – and looking at you. His gaze felt heavy against your skin, but in the best way possible. The whimpers and moans grew louder and so did the pressure in your abdomen. Your stomach tightened, your legs tightened, and the feeling suddenly became too much to bear. You gripped Robb’s wrist tightly as another moan pushed through you. His free hand moved to your thigh, pushing your legs to open more. 

“Relax, baby,” he breathed, thumb circling faster. “You’re doing such a good job.” 

He shoved your nightgown further up, fully exposing your sopping cunt. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to listen and relax your limbs. Two fingers pushed into you slowly, then curled, You cried out loudly and swore you could see the night sky as the fingers curled and uncurled, thumb circled and circled. Your abdomen tightened, then fluttered as you went over your climax. Your body shook against Robb’s hand, squeezed his fingers still inside you. You wanted more – needed more. 

“Robb,” you whimpered, looking down at him through half lidded eyes. “Give me more–please–”

Robb chuckled in response, removing his fingers out and away from you. A guttural whine scratched your throat. That wasn’t what you asked for, you needed more. You ground your hips against Robb’s bulge, rocking for more friction. The action only prompted another chuckle from Robb, who too slowly pulled your tightgown over your head. His eyes drank you in, roaming over your peaked breasts to your seeping cunt. He raised his hips, shoving his trousers and garments down his thighs in one fluid movement. His cock rocked back on his stomach, the tip glistening. Instinctively, your hand wrapped around his girth, emanating a groan from your husband. You hadn’t seen his cock on your wedding night, had only felt it inside you. It had felt big then, but by the gods it looked so much bigger. Your mouth dried at the size, your mind swarming – how was he going to fit inside you? Your thumb stroked the pink tip, smearing the clear liquid around. Robb shivered in return, jaw going slack. 

“Don’t worry, it’ll fit,” Robb said. “Lift your hips, baby.” 

You obeyed, letting Robb guide you to hover over his thick cock. You swallowed hard as he lowered your hips, and when his tip started to stretch your entrance, breathed in sharply. It hadn’t felt like this on your wedding night. He felt bigger, thicker – more. You breathed through a loud moan, lowering yourself fully until you were sitting on his lap again. Gods, you could feel him in your stomach – and it felt so good. You rocked your hips, the tip of his cock brushing inside you. 

Your fingers dug into Robb’s shoulders as you rocked faster against him. His moans merged with your own, until the room echoed with the sounds of your pleasures. His hands moved to your ass, bringing you up and down on his cock. He made a frustrated sound, and in an instant you found yourself on your back with Robb buried deeply inside you. He moved in and out in fast movements, pulling himself out to the tip, then in until his hilt. Your moans morphed into cries, practically screams as he pushed himself deeper and harder into you. His balls smacked against your cunt with a lewd, wet noise over, and over, and over again until your hearing turned fuzzy. That familiar tightening in your abdomen came back, coiling and coiling with every thrust.

Then, Robb’s thumb found its way back to the sensitive spot between your legs and you saw the heavens. A strangled scream intertwined with a moan escaped from your lips and bounced off the stone walls. Robb pushed into you as your climax rolled through you, until your legs were shaking and finally, he pressed hard against you. Buried to the hilt and filling you deeply, you felt his cock twitch inside you, felt his seed spill inside you. 

Your ears were ringing, your head was fuzzy, and your legs were numb. Your chest rose and fell harshly as you tried to calm your body. Robb was no better above you. His sweat coated forehead rest against yours, his breath fanning over your mouth. His chest rose and fell with each deep breath he took, but he stayed buried inside you. 

“You did such a good job, baby,” Robb breathed. “You took me so well.”

You smiled, your cheeks warming. You placed your hands on the back of his neck and pulled him closer. Your lips met his in a sloppy, breathy kiss. His lips moved against yours, a hand cupping your cheek. He kissed you with fever, with a sort of desperation you didn’t expect. 

When he pulled away, a smile graced his features. “I’ll be asking the staff to move your things first thing tomorrow morning,” he said. He pushed off of you, sliding his cock out and helping you up. “But first, a bath.”