To watch Cameron, one of the strongest men she had ever known, come undone above her was a sight she’d surely never forget. Her cry was sharp and keening as she felt him release spurts of his seed into her, his hand insistent on her clit to bring her to climax. And where he went, Gwendolyn followed soon after, the waves of her orgasm dragging her down, her hips pressed uncontrollably to his as stars burst from behind her eyes. One hand tangled in his hair to drag him closer to her in their kiss, her moans breathless and ragged as their hips slammed together in desperate staccato stutters.<br/><br/>They panted together, Gwendolyn panting hard to catch her breath as she pressed her ear to his chest to listen to his heartbeat. Her giggle was soft at the tickling kisses on her eyes and nose. She was hot, sweaty, and sticky. But under his gaze, she had never felt more beautiful. “Often, always, and only,” she echoed, promising the exact same sentiments. The young queen made no move to slip him out of her, instead relishing in maintaining their connection, in feeling full of him.<br/><br/>She loped her arms around his neck and pressed a kiss to his lips— slow, deep, passionate. “I love you, Sir Cameron Fitzroy,” she murmured against his lips. “As the Gods as my witness. I love you.”