The story behind Freya’s Conception
Unable to hold back his excitement, Rowan ran inside the palace, looking for Freya. He found her supervising the maids and quickly dragged her away into the nearest room. Without saying a word, Rowan pressed his lips against Freya’s and kissed her deeply. When he pulled back, Freya covered her mouth with her hand.
"It’s hot," she shouted, glaring at Rowan. She had clearly asked him not to touch her again.
Rowan rubbed his thumb across her lips. "There’s love in sharing, don’t you think?" he asked with a mischievous smile. "Father gave me the hottest sauce."
"Father?" Freya asked, narrowing her eyes. Hearing Rowan call her father that was new, but she liked it. She couldn’t wait to be family with him. She knew just how hard Rowan had been working to earn her father’s approval.
Rowan nodded with a grin. "Yes! He asked us to plan the wedding! He approved for us to be married, little mouse." His excitement was uncontainable, and he couldn’t wait to announce the news to Adric and Malcolm.
Freya bit her lip, watching Rowan smile like a child. Seeing him this happy because her father had accepted him brought a warmth to her heart. Rowan was still just a simple man, after all. He could be both scary and adorable. Lost in her feelings, Freya closed the distance between them and planted a soft peck on Rowan’s lips.
Rowan blinked but didn’t pull away. He returned the kiss with a smile, thinking it was just a simple kiss, until he found his hand being moved up to Freya’s breast.
"If we’re getting married soon, doing this won’t be a problem, right?" Freya asked, guiding Rowan’s hand to squeeze her breast.
Rowan felt the tightness in his trousers. Seeing Freya like this was driving him insane. She was trying to seduce him, yet she still looked so innocent and beautiful with her small lips. Rowan couldn’t help but remember what it felt like to be inside of her. He was about to give in when he remembered Louis’s words.
"No! I mean, yes, we’re getting married soon. So why don’t we wait until then?" Rowan replied, clearing his throat. He quickly removed his hand from Freya’s chest and turned to leave the room, but Freya ran past him and locked the door.
"I really want you, Rowan. I miss you," Freya cried, shaking her head. "You said to wait until marriage, and now Father has approved." Another reason was that she and Madame Rosalie had promised to get pregnant so they could be godmothers to each other’s children and have their revenge on Oriana.
Rowan rubbed his forehead tiredly. "You don’t know how much I’m controlling myself right now not to take you and hear you call my name for more, but..."
"Why are you trying to control yourself? You never did that with me before, so why now?" Freya asked.
Rowan rubbed his hands together. "Freya, let’s talk about this calmly, maybe in an open space, somewhere with fresh air that will help us think straight." He was practically begging for his own sake. The longer he stayed in a closed space with her, the more his thoughts ran wild. He wanted to be the best son-in-law for Louis.
"The only way to leave this room," Freya said, pushing her sleeves down, "is through the door." She made sure the door was properly locked before removing the rest of her dress, standing naked in front of Rowan.
Rowan swallowed hard, but it wasn’t the only hardness in his body. Another was threatening to tear his trousers apart. No matter how many times he saw Freya’s body, each time felt different, and right now he had a lot of bad things he wanted to do to her.
"Freya...please. What have I done, little mouse, please..." Rowan pleaded in a calm voice, unable to believe the tables had turned. In the past, he was the one seducing Freya, but now she had become even better than the teacher. She was the monster he had created, and he didn’t know who to blame but himself. Rowan raked his fingers through his hair. He was being tormented for his past sins, and he knew it.
Freya stepped closer to Rowan with a sly grin. "You’re trying hard," her eyes fell on the bulge in his trousers. "Maybe a little too hard."
Rowan rubbed his sweaty palms against his trousers. "Freya...don’t do this to me. It’s not fair, please..." he begged, moving backward, but his eyes couldn’t leave the swell of her ripe chest.
Freya stopped in front of him. "Don’t you want to know how I feel now? It’s not just you, here, feel me," she said, taking his hand and bringing it close to her core, where she was dripping wet.
Rowan inhaled sharply, his eyes closing for a brief moment. When he opened them again, something dark and wild flickered behind them. With his last shred of control, he begged, "Freya, I promised—" but the chains of restraint shattered when he felt her hand slip inside his trousers.
Without thinking, Rowan’s hand shot up and wrapped around Freya’s neck, not tightly, but possessively.
"Stop playing with fire," Rowan’s voice had turned rough and edgy, almost like a deep growl. The desire in his tone was unmistakable. He moved Freya to the bed and pinned her hands to the sides. "I won’t go easy."
Freya grinned. "I never asked you to," she said, spreading her legs to let Rowan see the stickiness dripping down her inner thighs.
"You- wicked little mouse," Rowan cursed under his breath, forgetting all the promises he had made. He leaned in and kissed her body slowly, worshiping her with his kisses and touch. Every time she moaned, the urge to move inside her grew stronger, but Rowan wanted to be gentle this time, letting his love, not just his lust. So slowly he let love guide his movement.
With steady movements, he entered her, his pace slow and deliberate. Holding her close, he closed his eyes, savoring the moment. The thought of having children with her, their own small family, made him lose control, spilling his seed inside her. But he didn’t stop. He kept going, each thrust bringing them closer, his arms wrapping her tightly as though he never wanted to let go.
"I love you, little mouse," Rowan whispered, still moving inside her. He didn’t care how many times he had spilled inside her or how sweaty they were. He just didn’t want to let go.
Freya smiled, holding him tightly. "I love you, Rowan."
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