So, the only good thing about Coronavirus is that I'm bored out my brain and have found my way back to my stories.

My writing style will probably be completely different now and I'm sorry if that alienates anyone, but I'm so not starting again!

Stay safe out there everyone!

I'm back with a lemon for you all! So if you don't like them…well maybe wait a few more years for the next chapter I guess!


"For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you.

Even as he is for your growth so is, he for your pruning.

Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,

so, shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth"

(Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet)


Anne was nervous, it had been of some duration since she had been intimate with Henry, on that infamous day in the woods that had created Thomas. There had been kisses and other things that had made her blush, but nothing as intimate as before.

How she wanted him!

It was perhaps wanton of her to feel so, but she couldn't help it, she had always been drawn to Henry, from the very beginning she was a moth to his fire, and she ached to be with him again. To know love fully and passionately with her lover.

Anne knew Henry had a lot of past lovers, he had never been faithful to Katherine, after she had failed so spectacularly to give him a son. He had taken his pleasure elsewhere, with her sister, with Princesses and noblemen's daughters, women of great beauty and allurements. She hoped she could match them.

Although she had only ever been with her husband, she knew a lot on the subject from having Mary for a sister. She often laughed and gossiped about her exploits with her lovers. So, Anne knew how to please a man in theory. The reality she supposed was quite different and daunting. But she refused to be dismayed. Henry was devoted, Henry loved her, admired her, worshipped her, had done everything for her. She was very aware of how little she offered in return, she was no foreign Princess with a huge dowry, and valuable connections. She was barely a lady of standing, the daughter of one of the King's ambassadors that had spent more time in France then her own country.

But she had given him a son, she had given him her heart, and it would have to be enough. As far as she was aware, it was enough.

She surveyed her image in the mirror in her bedchamber, her ladies have left her for the night, though there were guards outside her room now, ever since Brereton's near fatal attack. But her bedroom was far from the door with her parlour and waiting rooms before them. She was sure of her and Henry's privacy.

She had donned a fairly indecent nightdress; low hanging in the front, a finger pulled at the collar would reveal her breasts. It was made of silk too instead of her usual linen, so the fabric clung to her figure. Although she had given birth a few months back she had regained her slim figure though slightly fuller than before. Her dark hair she had left down and curled as she knew Henry liked and she had lined her eyes slightly with kohl. She hoped she lived up to Henry's expectations.

Now she considered where to wait for him.

Was the bed too forward?

Was the waiting room not forward enough?

Should she remain standing?

In the end she sat nervously on the cushioned ottoman at the foot of her bed and waited.

She heard him before she saw him, the door in her presence chamber creaked open and mumbled voices could be heard. But she heard the distinctive tone of Henry's voice.

'Anne!' Henry called for her.

She made to stand but he was already entering her bedchamber.

He stood at the door with his hand on the handle his mouth slightly open as he gazed at her.

'How beautiful you are,' he whispered to her.

'I am no changed from the first time we met all those years ago,' Anne replied smiling.

'True,' he replied, and shut her bedchamber door and came towards her so she had to stretch her neck to look up at him.

'I remember that day; the masquerade. I had been expecting to capture my sister in that tower as had been rehearsed. But when I climbed to the top, I was gifted with you instead. Even behind the mask I was captivated by you, the way your eyes clung to mine, the way you smiled at me,' Henry continued his eyes misty as he remembered.

'My father organised it so you would capture me instead, your lady Perseverance,' Anne replied smirking slightly.

Henry threw his head back and laughed, since they had pledged to be honest to each other, Henry had come around to her fathers' manipulations of their relationship, especially now he had given his life to save her and her son.

'That sounds like something Boleyn would do,' Henry smirked. 'I am thankful for his manipulation; you were a far more pleasing sight than my sister.'

'You couldn't take your eyes off me during that dance, even in front of the Spanish ambassadors,' Anne replied smiling coyly at him.

'You planned it so,' Henry accused.

'Of course, I wanted your attention,' Anne replied.

'You had it from the moment our eyes connected on that tower, at first it was lust, I wanted you with a fervour I had never imagined,' Henry said.

As he spoke, he dropped to his knees before her and kept his gaze on her eyes as his hand swooped below her nightgown and grasped her ankle firmly and slowly dragged his hand up her leg eliciting a quiet gasp from her.

'The dreams I had of you haunted me, every time I saw you in court my eyes sought you out, I had visions of you, of your nakedness, always continuously out of reach,' Henry said, his hand going further and further up her leg as he spoke.

Anne relished his touch but was loathe to close eyes and break their connection. His words inflamed her; his passion verbalised made her pant slightly, but she kept her hands firmly on the ottoman as his hand drew up her leg towards her thigh.

'I was angry, I was short tempered, no one else satisfied me, everything irritated me the longer I saw you. I remember the first time we kissed, in the hallway; how beautiful and taunting you were, that brief kiss was one of the most erotic moments of my life, and yet it was cut short and I wanted the world to burn for interrupting us.'

Henry had reached the top of her thigh now and slowly his hand drifted further and pushed her legs apart as he drew a finger down her sex.

Anne moaned and gave in as she closed her eyes and let her neck drop back at his touch. He took advantage and leaned forwards to graze her collarbone with his teeth as his finger dropped lower, circled her slowly, and then slipped inside.

Anne gasped and her hand shot out to his shoulder as she felt his intimate touch for the first time in so long.

'And then you left,' Henry continued speaking in a dark deep voice, all the while moving his finger in a slow taunting rhythm as if to avenge himself for her earlier torment all those years ago.

'You rejected my gifts, you rejected me, refused to be my mistress and I was lost,' Henry brought up his thumb to the top of her sex and pressed down on something that made her shout out as her hand moved from his shoulder to his hair.

'Nothing mattered, but making you mine, earning you, winning you, tearing this country apart so I could finally have you,' Henry continued his actions but at a slow pace that made her pant as she whispered to him to please go faster.

'Do you know what that felt like?' Henry questioned.

Anne shook her head, too mindless with pleasure to respond.

'Do you know what that felt like?' Henry questioned again this time louder, demanding a response.

'No,' Anne gasped out, not sure on what she was saying, too focused on her own pleasure.

Henry's mouth trailed from her neck to her ear as he whispered to her, 'it felt like this,' and then he removed his hand swiftly denying her pleasure.

'No,' Anne complained and reached for him, her arms encircling his neck as she pushed him backwards and he fell to the floor.

She pushed herself over him desperate to have more of him as she dropped her full weight to his and kissed him soundly.

'Anne,' Henry groaned and swiftly reached for her nightdress to pull it over her head.

There was something indecent about him being fully dressed whilst she was naked, but she welcomed it as she kissed him harder, her tongue reaching for his even as his hands gripped her waist slightly.

She gasped as she was swiftly turned onto her back and he loomed over her his hands bearing his weight as he broke their kiss to stare at her.

'I want you,' he said, and she smiled as she remembered the familiar words, he had said in the woods the first time they had been together.

'But not here,' he whispered and pulled back with her in his lap and then in an impressive feat of athleticism stood with her in his arms and carried her towards the bed.

He laid her down and stood back to survey her beauty all the while his hands drew his doublet over his head a quickly dispelled with his trousers until he was as naked as her.

He was still the most handsome man in Europe she thought as her eyes took him in. Perfectly muscled, perhaps less so than his earlier years, but still firm and toned with long legs and a broad chest. She couldn't help herself as she watched him, and her hand drifted to press at that spot Henry had found earlier, hoping to rid herself of the ache she felt.

'I don't think so,' he said, and swiftly straddled her removing her hands and pinning them to the bed. 'That's my job.'

'Please,' Anne begged her eyes black with desire.

'So incoherent, my usually so vocal wife,' Henry teased and released her hand to caress one of her breasts only to make her gasp as he quickly pinched her nipple instead, the sharp short pain sending another blast of pleasure through her, as she tossed her head and rubbed her thighs together.

He kissed her again, and she finally had her hands free as she moved them to scratch her nails down his back and pull him closer to her, lifting her hips hoping to catch their groins together so she could get some desperate friction.

She had never been so desperate or forward with him before, but his words had intoxicated her, and she was helpless as she thrust up hoping to rub herself against his length.

'Hush,' Henry whispered and broke their kiss, to lower his head and tongue at her breasts. Sneakily she moved her hand between them as he was occupied to hopefully grasp at his length. Her hand connected and she grasped him firmly and stroked him, until he groaned and again grasped her hands above her head.

'Obey your King,' Henry tutted at her.

He was so maddeningly frustrating and utterly charming at the same time.

His head lowered down her body in slow brutal kisses that inflamed and aroused her further, for she knew his direction, he had done this to her before. She knew the pleasure his mouth could bring her, she longed for it now, nothing could bring her to her completion quicker than the feel of her husband's mouth on her.

He deliberately licked past her sex and instead tongued at the crease of her thigh. Anne couldn't help herself as she broke from his hands and grasped his hair hoping to shift him towards where she wanted him.

'So impatient,' Henry laughed. But her ploy had worked as he turned his head and ran his tongue up her slit.

Anne moaned in relief as he parted her folds and focused his tongue on her most favoured spots. He never tongued it directly, instead he knew exactly what she liked as he circled it, not touching it directly, but caressing the edges, making the pleasure build inside her at a slow but deliberate pace.

He brought his hand down and again her entered her, but this time with two of his fingers, making her clench her thighs around his head in response. His fingers were fast in comparison to his tongue and the opposing sensations made her spiral out of control as she shook in his arms as he brought her towards a powerful completion. She couldn't help herself as she cried out as her pleasure peaked and wonderful powerful surges of pleasure broke through her body.

Henry didn't wait however, instead he swiftly pulled away from her and moved over her and whilst she was in the middle of her pleasure, he entered her hard. Her hands flung against the mattress as her pleasure was increased at the sensation.

It was not like the uncomfortable pressure of before, instead it was the only thing that was easing the ache she still felt. He pushed against her, not waiting for her to catch her breath and brought one of her legs up and over his shoulder, making his penetration so much deeper and angling her so that with every thrust his pelvis was hitting that spot that made her see stars.

'Anne,' he groaned in her ear, and she moaned in response as she finally brought her hands up, one grasped at his backside urging him on as the other grasped at his back pulling him closer to her.

'God you feel…' he moaned shaking his head and increasing his pace.

Anne brought her other leg up to hook around his waist and the sensations increased as she felt herself building with his every thrust, she could see that he was close, his thrusts were becoming out of rhythm and he had stopped kissing her to throw his head back in pleasure, relishing the sensations.

'Henry,' she whispered tilting her hips hoping to spiral with him, praying to feel that incredible climax again. Henry moaned in response and lifted off one of his hands to push between them and pressed his fingers against her sex and she was there right with him as they both exclaimed together their mouths seeking each other as they both took their pleasure.

Slowly Henry dropped down onto her allowing her leg to come down off his shoulder and she felt his full weight settle on top of her, his head buried in her neck as he panted in her ear. It was not unpleasant, on the contrary his weight felt wonderful.

'Oh Anne,' Henry groaned and shift to the side, slipping out of her and pulling her with him so she lay on his chest.

'That was…' Anne replied unable to find the words.

'Unbelievable,' Henry replied.

'Is it always like that?' Anne asked, not counting on the slight pangs of jealously she felt knowing that he had experienced something similar with others.

'No,' Henry replied, 'Passion like ours, the things we have been through, means that it will always be more, always be more desperate, thrilling, sensational.'

'Good,' Anne replied content.

Henry smiled down at her and kissed her hair lovingly.

'I love you,' Anne continued.

'And I you,' Henry replied his eyes drifting shut.

Anne snuggled against his side as his arm clutched her to him.

This was where she belonged, not on a throne or in a castle, but in the arms of this man. Her heart ached with love for him.


It's no use

Mother dear, I

can't finish my

weaving

You may

blame Aphrodite

soft as she is

she has almost

killed me with

love for that boy

By Sappho


One of my favourite short poems by one of the first ever female poets, the translations vary but I think this chapter and Anne's relationship with Henry could be inspired by this poem, as in the end she was killed for love of boy, that was almost uncontrollable. That's my interpretation anyway.

Well there you go guys, hopefully some smut will cheer up your quarantines!

Back with a bang 😉