Feeling how his lips moved against yours, how his tongue pursue yours, there wasn't a feeling you loved more than his greedy hands clenching into your sides. After weeks of waiting he finally got back and it filled you with an energy like nothing before. You ran out of breath, pushing him against his shoulder as he stepped you into a little turn. He grabbed your face against his firm hands, looking down to you with that little grin cocking up his lips. 'Did you miss me?' He asked. 'Wasn't that kiss not obvious enough?' You asked him back, a little painting. He slowly shook his head and you bite your lips in anticipation. 'Let's say that the nights were empty, the thought fully alive when I pretend you to be with me.' Something in his eyes changed on those words, imagining himself how you laid there at night, pretending his was right beside you. He licked his lower lip, pulling you into a sensual slow kiss that made you knees fell weak. 'Let's feast with the men before I go feast on that body of yours.' He whispered against your lips, leaving you fully filled with a desire, after all those months ... it's was normal right?

You weren't official his, not in the marriage kind of the definition. But men certainly knew he owned you, so when you were dancing they were all looking but not touching, not speaking. You felt a little important by it, making your moves more challenging, like you wanted them to start hunting you, like you wanted to cause a conflict between a leader and his men. But you didn't do it for that, you did it because you felt his broody eyes resting on you from where he sat aside his brother. You moved slower, moving your loose hair between your hands as you turned to face him, put a little more swung in the way your hips followed the rhythm of the sounds. It drove him crazy, you always being so energic, teasing him for you know he loved that body of yours. You froze when he gestured with his finger for you to come, bowing right there on the spot before walking over to that table. 'Around.' He pointed to the table in a neutral command. Your lips curled up, walking around it before standing still behind his chair. Your fingers scoured his shoulder, resting your fingertips against your neck. You suggested with a wide smile. Everything felt so big, so fully alive with his return back home. He grabbed your hand, pulling you down into his lap. 'You know I only know one way of dancing.' He reacted, kneading his fingers into your tights. You gasped, grabbing his wrist before he could show his attention with you before all of those people. He smoothed his hand, sliding it over to your waist as you wrapped your arm over his shoulder. 'Dance with me.' You repeated again. He lowered his face and kissed you again, making your stomach clench and your heart weak. 'Are there wounds needing treatment?' You asked him softly. He admired your energetic but as much he admired your sense for compassion. 'No,' He reacted, pressing his lips against your cheek. You hummed, closing your eyes, feeling his beard tickle against your chin. 'The only wound needing treatment is the wound of missing you.' He whispered into your ear. He didn't say it that often but when he said it your heart explode. He was the most ruthless man you knew and yet, only for you he showed a little of his light. 'Let's go treat that wound then.' You reacted softly. He pulled back, looking into your eyes as he slowly nodded. You stroke your fingers over his face, stroking his hair away. 'I'm wounded to.' You stated, feeling how his fingers grasped deeper into your waist, how he made you feel alive again and you ... him.