The Royals [Completed]

Epilogue

Read the chapters name in a sentence. I've been giving you guys spoilers since the beginning. Lol. Thank you for all the love, I'm thankful to you guys so much. 💟

"Baekhyun, stop."

He playfully smacked her backside as he marched toward their bedroom. "Come on, I've got some sexual frustration to get out." Hera's small fists pounded on his back, but it was more for show than any real indignation. He knew his wife well enough to know that she loved big moments like this and that she was eating it all up.

When he got to their bed, he dropped her down onto the plush mattress and ripped his shirt over his head as she moved toward the center of the bed. She stared up at him, her eyes glazing over with desire as they trailed over his chest and stomach. When she leaned back on her hands and bit her lip, clearly ready for him to join her, he crawled on the bed. "God, I love you," he groaned as he grabbed her face and captured her lips.

She parted her legs as he settled between her thighs and slid his tongue into her mouth. As she moaned into his mouth he knew that he would never have enough of her. He slid down her body, pushing her shirt up her abdomen, leaving it exposed to him. Her fingers threaded their way through his hair and he left hot, open-mouthed kisses along her stomach all he could think was that she was it for him.

It was what actually made her fall in love with him in the first place; the way he shut out the whole world, making her his absolute everything in that moment when his lips moved with hers. It made her realize from that first kiss that she would only ever be his, and she'd never let him go.

She twisted and swung her leg over so she was straddling his lap, never allowing their lips to part in the process. His hands pressed firmly against her back, holding her body tightly to his bare torso and she allowed her hands to slide from his face to run over the soft skin of his chest. His fingers fisted in the material of her shirt as he began to pull it up her body when the shrill sound of his cell phone brought a sudden halt to his movements.

She dug her hand into the front pocket of his jeans and pulled out his phone. Taehyung's name stared up at her from the caller ID and he groaned. "Don't tell me he's gone cold feet." Knowing all chances of sex were now gone, he threw himself down to the mattress in a dramatic manner and she chuckled.

"Downstairs." Taehyung hung up the call, and he sighed.

Hera ran a hand over his chest, and smiled. "Go. He needs you." She kissed his cheek, and he nodded. Climbing down the bed, he put on his shirt and went downstairs to see Taehyung standing there, a glass of scotch in his hands.

"What?" Baekhyun couldn't meet his gaze, and Taehyung tilted his head and placed a hand over his shoulder. "You haven't interrupted my sex life for your mood. Huh?"

"You don't have to pretend. I know you've been ignoring me," Taehyung said, and hugged him. "You act so tough, but I know you're not happy with this marriage."