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Part 6

Supper was a loud affair in court, Francis speaking loudly and Eleanor near Anne. Year ago when Henry had brought Anne to France with his illegitimate son Henry Fitzroy, Eleanor had been visibly upset and knew it as wrong. Anne was only Henry's mistress, the queen Katherine still alive. Seeing him parade his mistress and bastard son caused her to refuse to come down to the festivities. Of course then she didn't care for Anne much, but blamed Henry more for he was a king and should know what was good and not good for the people to see an example of.

She still disliked Henry immensely, but Anne and her had forged a small connection and could speak. There was more to Anne than met the eye under her pretty face and dark eyes- there laid a fire and something deeper which sparked and rose the King's ire and lust. Her eyes switched over to Henry who was staring at Anne and Anne who pointedly ignored him, and with good reason.

Meanwhile Anne felt the perusal of Henry and felt annoyed and confused. As she took a sip of her wine, she glanced at him and saw him look away and look annoyed like he wanted to curse. She downed another drink to calm her nerves and wiped her face, sighing and looking over at Eleanor.

"Him staring at me will do nothing to make me esteem or want him," she informed the fellow queen. "Eleanor what shall I do? He wants to..." Her face flamed and both women knew what she meant.

"Well," Eleanor strategically said. "You can make him wanting more and not give in, but as soon as he returns to England he most likely shall forget you with all the other willing women in court while you are far removed here. Or you can give in only with his begging and get something out of it... something that would keep him forever."

"Who said I wished to keep him?" she asked, then raised her brows. "What can I keep of his?"

"A son..." Eleanor said. "A son in which to rule England someday or that Henry would become jealous of."

"A son?" she asked, voice sounding tight. "A son? I cannot... I have already lost two other children. I cannot bear a living son, if only it were true."

Eleanor nodded. "But does it hurt trying? Either way you shall get pleasure out of this or something more lasting. Think of it as God's will and what he dictates."

"I despise him!" Anne whispered in a low voice. "And his touch, I do not think I would get much out of it."

"Out of hate is borne the greatest passion," Eleanor spoke knowingly. "Do what you feel is in your heart."

She left it at that and Anne was glad she collected her thoughts and Anne glanced at Henry and then away. What if she did give in? What if she did receive pleasure from his embrace? It had been so long because after Elizabeth their passion faded. It only became an act to beget an heir. She would lay there as they kissed and then they would make love. Soon, it became less and less as Henry lost interest and began to sleep with other women to her horror and anger. Her father and brother told her there was nothing she could do, to just out up with it and remain silent and choose someone for him that would not try to usurp her place.

"Anne, tell me how would you react if a man asked you he desired you above all else and offered himself to you?" Henry asked her and Anne composedly didn't bat a lash, merely stared him in the eyes.

"I would tell him your majesty," she coolly informed him. "To take his pleasure elsewhere on a pale, cheap maid. I do not sell myself so cheaply."

Henry scowled. "As you sold yourself to Smeaton, Boleyn and the other countless men."

Feeling anger well in her breast, she flew up, pushed her chair away and glared ice at Henry then looked around the table. "I am sorry but I must take my leave of you all and retire for there is one presence I cannot stomach."

Turning, she left and marched to her room, slamming the door behind her and falling back against it, breathing heavily. How dare Henry say those things to her in front of all The French court, They weren't shocked, it's nothing they hadn't heard before but she despised them just the same and pulled her hair out of their pins, angrily beginning to brush her hair, sighing and then starting to pace. The door opened and her head snapped up to see her maid and her shoulders relaxed a bit.

"Lady Anne may I help you or assist you in your dressing?" the woman asked, a young girl but not 16 at least. Anne nodded and turned towards her closet with only a few meager clothes in it until she heard:

"That will not be necessary."

Her heart stopped at that voice, Henry. Flying around she saw him leaning lazily against the door and giving her a lustful look. Anne nodded her head toward the girl as she curtsied and left, she could barely held back her harsh words, but managed to, the door shut.

"Get out!" Anne gritted, pointing towards the door and shaking. "Get out Henry."

"Sweetheart," he silkily said. "I told you I would be here tonight. This does not shock you in the least, you expected it."

"I knew you would be bold and foolish enough to force your way on here," she said. "But I do not want your company. How dare you say what you said to me in the dining hall? I was mortified and utterly embarrassed. I can... barely stomach you now."

He took a step towards her and she stepped back, nearly tripping on her train, her back pressed against the wall and breathing harshly. Glaring at him, Anne had no escape as Henry pressed his hands on her bosom and caused hot heat to run up her body as he fondled them, then reached his bare hand sin and cupped her bare, causing her to shiver and react to him. She gasped.

"I hate you," she stiffly said, even as her body reacted. Then she pushed at him and moved away, beginning to grab her nightgown. "Leave, Henry."

But he didn't leave and before she knew it she felt a hand on her shoulder and she was spun around, his face filling hr vision as she crushed his lips to hers. At first she fought against him, kissing him back hard, biting his lips and clawing at his back. Oh, she wanted to hurt him and they roughly kissed, his hands moving up and down her body, squeezing her butt hard as he pushed her roughly down on the bed and moved on top of her.

"You know you want this," he whispered. "We both want it."

She bit at his shoulder as she suddenly reached out and ripped his shirt off. Anne knew she did want it and despised herself. She felt heat flood between her legs and wanted him so much. Always wanted him and by his hardness pressing against her through his clothing, she knew he wanted her. As clothing was roughly removed, first Henry was snaked and then he ripped her gown and she shot him a dark look.

"That is my only gown," she hissed, but he silenced her with a hard, open mouthed kissed causing her to gasp and remain silent as his tongue dueled with hers and he moaned. Naked underneath him, she felt he held the upper hand so she pushed hard at his chest and flipped him over, remaining poised above him and staring down at him, beginning to ride him without him in her yet.

"God Anne, I want you."

He reached for her hips to put himself in her, but she moved away and pinned his hands down. "No," she strongly said. "No, you'll do what I want." Throwing her head back, she moaned as she continued to ride against him teasingly and he bucked beneath her. She had missed him; this- felt so close to reaching release by this mere contact but held herself back.

Somehow he managed to remove his hands from beneath hers and began to rub and squeeze her boobs. Crying out, Anne begged him to continue and Henry did it only rougher and harder. She wanted him in her so badly but held back and stared down at the desire in his eyes and he moaned, tilting his head back and the cords moving in his neck.

The tempo of his bucking increased until he threw her over and shoved himself roughly into Anne. She cried out and Henry let out a triumphant cry. God, he couldn't believe this was happening, he wanted her more than he had wanted her when they were even courting and he was chasing her. His head was pounding, he felt himself losing his vision and it becoming hazy as he moved within her and heard her scream in his ear. Her nails were raking up and down his back, they would leave marks but he didn't care.

"Anne," moaned. "Anne, you are the only woman I want." He barely knew what he was saying as he breathed in her scent and gritted his teeth, kissing her earlobe, nipping it and causing her to buck her hips harder into his as he moved in and out and buried himself within her.

"Henry, hurry!" she commanded, eyes squeezing shut as she grabbed his hips hard and pushed him deeper inside her. He nearly came then but held himself back for once until he felt her clench around him and scream out, a scream loud enough he was sure could be heard around the palace then she moaned, threw her had back and reached her own release, breathing rapidly.

Now he could. As he thrust harder and deeper into her, Anne moaned and whispered small words in his ears. "God, I am so close," he brokenly said and continued to pound deeper into her needing to go so deep and feel her around him like this always. Finally he shouted her name and came within her, shuddering as he gave one final thrust and fell onto her breasts, breathing heavily, their sweaty bodied and limbs entangled as they lay there, him still atop her and in Anne.

After a moment he slipped out and rolled over, pulling her against his chest and kissing her forehead and lips softly. "There is no one like you, Anne," he praised tiredly.

"Remember that," she softly said. "I cannot be replaced, but I got what I wanted" she softly finished and sighed in contentment. It had been so long since she felt this good. Every part of her body tingled and she had reached the sweet release she needed. But as Henry began to play with her breast again she felt the desire returning and straddled him again, intending to get all she could from this.

"You shall take me again," she told him in a soft, but commanding voice. Hand moving up and down his chest.

His eyes widened and he grinned, hands moving up and down her skin teasingly and making her shiver. "You're a lusty wretch. That's what I so love about you."

He arched his hips up, already hard again and slipped inside her. She began to ride him and their moaned sounded together as she rode him hard and both forgot everything else but each other's passion and embraces long into the early morning.

TBC