The weight lifted off her in a slow roll of muscle and bone, and Ellanor made a small sound at the loss of it — the press of him against her back, the heat of his chest, the fullness of him still seated inside her. But his hand stayed. His palm slid down her belly, fingers finding the slick mess between her thighs, and pressed. She felt his come shift inside her, felt the pressure of his hand holding it closed, and her breath caught.

"Stay." His voice was rough with sleep and satisfaction, a command murmured against the curve of her shoulder. "Don't move."

She didn't. She lay on her stomach, face turned into the pillows, and felt him move around her — the dip of the mattress as he shifted, the rustle of sheets, the cool air finding her skin where his body had been. Then his hands were on her hips, turning her, rolling her onto her back, and she went boneless under his touch, let him arrange her like something precious.

The first sun cut stripes of gold across the rumpled sheets, and she blinked against it, squinting at the light. The room smelled of sleep and salt, of him, of the night they'd spent tangling and untangling. The heavy silk of her gown lay pooled on the cold stone floor, abandoned hours ago.

Glorfindel spread her legs. Wide. His hands on her inner thighs, pushing them apart, and she felt the slow spill of his come run down her skin — a warm trickle that traced the curve of her ass, the crease of her thigh, pooling against the sheet beneath her.

He watched it. His gold eyes tracked the path of it, dark and burning, and his thumb found her clit and circled. Slow. Deliberate. She gasped, hips twitching, and he pressed his palm flat against her cunt, pushing the spill back inside her.

"Look at that," he murmured, more to himself than to her. "Still dripping."

Ellanor's face flushed. She felt it — the wet slide of him between her thighs, the obscene slickness of it, the way her own body clenched around nothing, trying to hold him in.

"You're going to walk through the hall like this," he said, and his voice dropped, low and rough. "With my come inside you. Dripping down your thighs. Every step, every bow, every whispered word from the court — and you'll feel it."

She whimpered. His thumb kept circling, maddening, and she felt her hips rock against his hand, seeking more.

"Please—"

"Please what?" His eyes met hers, molten gold, and he held her gaze as he pushed two fingers inside her. She cried out — a broken sound — as he scooped his come deep, curling his fingers, pressing it up into her. "This? You want this?"

"Yes," she breathed. "Glorfindel, please—"

He withdrew his fingers, slick and shining, and brought them to his mouth. She watched him taste himself on them, watched his eyes darken as he licked them clean, and the sight of it sent a fresh pulse of heat through her.

"Mine," he said, and lowered his mouth to her cunt.

The first lick was slow, flat, a long stroke from her entrance to her clit that collected the spill of him and drew it into his mouth. She gasped, her hands flying to his hair, tangling in the midnight-black strands. He lapped at her like she was a feast, licking her clean, and she felt his tongue push inside her, tasting himself on her, fucking her with slow, deep strokes that had her trembling.

"Glorfindel—" His name fell from her lips like a prayer, and she felt him smile against her skin.

He lifted his head. His lips were slick with her, with him, and his gold eyes burned as he looked up at her from between her thighs. "I could do this all day," he said, his voice rough. "Stay here, taste you, watch you come apart. But I want to be inside you when you do."

He rose over her, settling between her thighs, and she felt his cock — already hard, already pressing against her entrance. He nudged at her, teasing, and she arched into him, desperate for more.

"Please," she begged. "Please, Glorfindel—"

He pushed inside her.

Slow. So slow she felt every inch of him, the stretch of her cunt around him, the fullness of him filling her, pushing his own come deeper. She cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders, and he groaned, his head dropping to her neck.

"Fuck," he breathed against her skin. "You feel—" He pushed deeper, and she felt him bottom out, felt the press of him against her cervix, and she gasped.

"So full," she whimpered. "You're so—"

"I know." He pulled out, almost all the way, and thrust back in, slow and deep. "I know, love. I feel it too."

He set a rhythm, slow and deep, each stroke a long, dragging push that had her seeing stars. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he groaned, his hips grinding against hers.

"Look at me," he commanded, and she did — her sky-blue eyes met his molten gold, and she felt the weight of his gaze, the possessive heat of it. "I want to watch you come. I want to feel you come around my cock, feel you take all of me."

"I will," she breathed. "I'm close, I'm—"

He reached between them, his thumb finding her clit, and she sobbed as he pressed, circling in time with his thrusts. The pleasure coiled tight in her belly, sharp and bright, and she felt herself clench around him.

"That's it," he growled. "Come for me. Come on my cock."

She did. It crashed over her, a wave that left her shaking and gasping, her cunt clenching around him in waves. He watched her, his eyes burning, and she felt him follow her over the edge — felt him bury himself to the hilt and come with a groan, felt the hot pulse of him emptying into her for the third time.

He collapsed on top of her, his weight pressing her into the mattress, and for a long moment neither of them moved. She could feel him still inside her, softening, and she could feel his come — so much of it — seeping out around him, running down her thighs.

He shifted, pulling out slowly, and she whimpered at the loss. But his hand was there, pressing his palm flat over her cunt, holding it all in.

"Stay," he murmured, his voice rough. "I want to watch it hold."

She lay still, her breath coming in ragged gasps, and felt his hand over her, warm and heavy, pressing his come deep inside her. She could feel it — the fullness of him, the heat of it, the slow leak escaping around his fingers despite his efforts, tracing a path down her inner thigh.

He watched it. His gold eyes tracked the slow spill, and she saw his lips curve, a dark, satisfied smile.

"You're going to walk through the hall like this," he said again, softer now, almost reverent. "And everyone will know."

She felt her face flush, felt her cunt clench around nothing at his words. "They'll know what?"

"That you're mine." He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her throat, his lips hot against her skin. "That I've filled you. That you carry me with you."

She shivered, and he smiled against her neck, his hand still pressed over her cunt, holding him inside her.

Outside, beyond the chamber door, she could hear the distant sounds of the hall stirring — the murmur of voices, the clatter of servants beginning the day. The world was waking up, and she was here, pinned beneath her husband's hand, full of him, dripping with him, and the day had not even begun.

"Glorfindel," she whispered.

"Hmm?"

"I don't think I can walk."

He laughed, low and warm, and kissed her again. "You won't have to. I'll carry you." He pulled back, looking down at her, his gold eyes soft and burning at once. "But you'll still walk. When I set you down, you'll walk through that hall, and you'll feel me in you, and you'll remember this moment."

She felt a pulse of heat at his words, felt her cunt clench, and his hand pressed harder, holding his come in.

"I'll remember," she breathed.

He smiled, slow and satisfied, and settled beside her, his hand still between her thighs, still holding him inside her. The sun crept higher, casting longer stripes of gold across the sheets, and she felt the slow leak of him escape despite his hand, tracing a warm path down her skin.

He watched it. She felt his gaze on her, felt the weight of it, and she knew — this was only the beginning. The hall awaited. The court awaited. And she would walk through it, full of him, dripping with him, marked as his for all to see.

The thought should have terrified her. Instead, she felt her body pulse with heat, felt her cunt clench around nothing, hungry for him again.

"Glorfindel," she said, and her voice was breathless, needy. "When do we go?"

"Not yet." His thumb circled her clit, slow and lazy. "I'm not done with you."

She gasped, her hips rocking against his hand, and he smiled, dark and possessive, his gold eyes burning into hers.

"I told you," he murmured, leaning in to kiss her, swallowing her moan. "I've waited four hundred years for you. I'm not going to let you out of this bed until I've had my fill."

She felt his cock stir against her thigh, already hardening again, and she moaned, her body answering his before her mind could catch up.

"How much is that?" she managed.

He pulled back, looking down at her, and his smile was slow and wicked. "A lifetime," he said. "At least."

She felt her face flush, felt her body pulse with wanting, and she reached for him, pulling him down to her, kissing him deep and hungry.

"Then start now," she breathed against his lips.

He laughed, low and pleased, and settled between her thighs again, his hand still pressed over her cunt, still holding his come inside her. But his cock was hard again, nudging at her entrance, and he pushed inside her — slow, deep, filling her again, pushing his own come deeper.

She cried out, her nails digging into his back, and he groaned, his forehead dropping to hers.

"I love you," he said, rough and raw. "I love you so much it scares me."

She felt her heart clench, felt tears prick her eyes, and she kissed him, soft and fierce. "I love you too."

He thrust into her, slow and deep, and she felt herself clench around him, felt the fullness of him, the heat of him, the weight of his body over hers.

"Mine," he murmured against her lips.

"Yours," she agreed.

And the sun climbed higher, casting the room in gold, as her husband took her again, slow and deep, filling her with himself, marking her as his, and she surrendered to him completely.