By Kendra Holliday | September 8, 2018
I meekly knocked on his door.
He opened it. He was huge, imposing. He intimidated me with his silent strength. He had gleaming curls and his cheeks were rough. He was like a great big bear, so powerful. He gazed down at me.
Wordlessly, he ushered me in.
I did not know it, but he was a King.
He drew me a bath. He brought me his robe to wear. I replaced my worn cloak with his clean robe. I swam in it, the hem brushed the ground.
As the bath filled, he sat me on his lap and listened to me tell him of the places I had been that day.
I was so tired, so grateful.
He held my hand as I eased into the hot, fragrant water. Melting, I soaked away all my worries.
When I was ready, he stood me up and draped my wet body, and led me to his bed.
I slipped the robe off and slid gratefully into the bed. It was piled high with soft bedding, and smelled of spices and herbs. I snuggled down and effortlessly drifted off to sleep. He left me to rest.
I was awoken by him getting into bed with me. My body prickled at his nearness. I could smell him.
He pressed his body up against me, and put his big arms around me. He pulled me into him. He breathed in my ear. I shivered.
He caressed my curves. He kissed my breast. He worshiped me.
He said, in low, measured tones:
I want you to feel safe tonight.
I want you to feel cared for.
I want you to feel Loved.
and then he said
I haven’t had this in so long.
I’ve wanted this for so long.
the ache is in his voice…
he spoke into my neck, with fierce, quiet urgency –
I want you. Now. Like no other…
He made love to me.
But more in my mind than anything else, I thought:
I am His…
Happy 10 year anniversary, My King!