Sorry for abandoning this fan fiction, I was writing another one that I invite you to read ;) I hope you enjoy this part. Leave a comment and enjoy reading!
Henry had disposed of his fancy jacket, boots, and belt, which he kept on the vanity. Catherine shuddered. The man beckoned her with his finger to come closer and took her on his lap. He admired her possessively for a moment and then gave her a semi affectionate bite on the neck. The queen gasped. The king began to caress the inside of her thighs all the way up.
- Did your lover touch you here too?- he asked in a whisper.
"Yes" thought Catherine, as her mind flew back to those spring afternoons many years before, when she and Richard hid at the edge of the forest. If she concentrated she could almost smell the ex-lover's scent: a mixture of honey and juniper.
- Mh- she muttered in response.
- And then how did it continue?- Henry asked.
- He uncovered my shoulders - the queen instructed him, almost completely subjugated by the insistent caresses of her husband and by those distant memories of happiness -And he kissed me up to the neck-
"Trivial" thought Henry as he began to execute. Yet his wife seemed to like him so much. He felt frustrated by such ignorance of Catherine's sexual pleasures. He was also amazed at how his wife's body had captivated him for the umpteenth time. The freckled skin was soft and smelled like something that made Henry so nostalgic. As he kissed his way up her neck at an exasperatingly slow pace for both her and him, the man felt a blonde curl of Catherine's (God only knew how much he loved that hair) tickle his nose convincing him to inhale his wife's hair hard. For a moment he thought he heard Catherine exhale a very low "Richard" and he stiffened. He gave her one last rough kiss under her ear.
- What did he say to you sweetheart?- he asked in a slow, menacing whisper.
"Oh, you don't want to know," Catherine thought as she thought she heard Richard ' s voice swear and perjure herself that she was beautiful, that he would never hurt her, and in the end, in the end...
- He told me he loved me- she replied.
Henry's hands stopped stroking her and gripped her hips. The king's eyes burned with anger.
- And what did you say?- he asked, suddenly raising his voice./span/p
The queen would have liked to run away and hide in one of the thousand rooms of the castle waiting for her husband's fury to subside. But her cursed Medici pride prevented her from even trying. She wasn't going to let Henry bend her.
- I would tell him I loved him too- she growled.
Henry took her face in his hands and forced her to look at him.
- Now stop playing, Catherine, we both know you didn't love him- he said. He let go of her face and took her by the hips again.
- I certainly don't love you- the woman retorts dryly. A moment later she realized what she had said. However Henry said nothing and continued to observe her.
- Mon chéri, why do you always make it so difficult? - asked mellifluous.
He gave her another little kiss.
- I'm giving you a choice, Catherine - he said on her lips - you just have to swear to me that you will never talk to another man beyond a professional need, that you will never look at them or desire them, and tonight I will make you touch Heaven.
Catherine huffed inwardly: Henry was still his usual vain, arrogant, possessive husband.
- Or? - she asked defiantly. It was as far as she could go.
- Or I'll make you regret every single night you spent with Richard- growled the king.
The woman looked him straight in the eyes.
- After twenty-six years of humiliation, Henry- she said calmly- you are no longer able to do anything to me.
Her husband looked at her for a moment, astonished, then smiled wickedly.
- Do you want to play? - he said, taking the belt - Then let's play-.
Don't worry, Catherine is still Catherine, she'll make it... or not?