The afternoon was cold, even with the windows shut I still found the heating to be rather lacking. I crawled out from under the sheets and slid the curtains across the windows while avoiding giving the world a free show of my naked body.

Anton was asleep or at least I thought he was. He had an ability to look like he is in a deep sleep but he would smile and I would know it was a lie. For now, he rested and there was no smile. I padded across the floor and adjusted the thermostat then returned to the warmth of the bed.

"I do like it when you walk around naked." he offered without opening his eyes. "Rather pleasing. Feel free to do it whenever you want."

I chuckled and snuggled into his arms, looking at the ring on my finger. It fitted perfectly which wasn't surprising. As pretty as it was, it was rather over the top which I had my suspicions about. I figured that it would have to have the crown as a symbolic gesture of my role as his wife but there were a lot of diamonds. Was that necessary? I doubted it and I wondered if Allison's sudden appearance had something to do with it.

As soon as the ring was on my finger, I felt a wave of power surge through me. My energy that had been depleted from the harrowing morning was replenished and I felt amazing. Lust burned through me and all that I wanted was a man that was overdressed. I think that it shocked him at first, I hadn't really been much of an instigator in our previous encounters. I'd teased him and tempted him to me but it was always at a time when sex was going to happen anyway.

He wasn't expecting it, one minute we were discussing the future, the next I was ripping the clothes from him. It had been a flurry of hands, clothes cast away and lips locked together. I'd never known such a madness of movements, the thrill, and anticipation. As each second passed the passion grew heavier and when we couldn't take another moment apart, we finally succumb to the desire.

It had left us both drained, completely unable to lift ourselves from the bed. Anton could barely lift his arm to cover us with the bed sheets to keep us warm. His arm had fallen to my body, weighted heavily by lethargy. We had slept for about an hour, now we were more alert but still rather lacking in energy.

"Are you hungry?" he asked as I sat up.

"Not for food."

His eyes lowered with a wolfish grin, greedily soaking in the view as his fingers trailed over me. Circling the swell and dancing over the breast as it hardened under his fingertips.

"I do find myself rather famished and hunger for your ravenous need, take advantage of me as you please."

The fingers slid down the curve of the underside of my breast, tracing over the ribs and continuing lower. I gasped with the rising pleasure as his fingers grazed over me, delving deep between my legs.

Moist lips kissed the curve of my neck as the fingers slid back through the folds.

"I must say, I do like feeding you." He whispered against my jaw. "Turn around and face the headboard."

His hand slipped away as he moved from me, already I missed his touch. Anton took my hands and placed them on the metal pole, the wrought iron cold to the touch. His hands trailed up my arms, his body warm against mine.

As he kissed his way over my back, the curls of the wrought iron began to move, slithering like a snake to my hands. My heart began to beat faster as I watched them get closer and closer. Wrapping around my wrist the iron became like vines and curled around my arms and pulling them a little wider.

More vines of iron slithered out to me as Anton kissed my hips from behind, from one side to the other. The iron moved out from the headboard and straight to my chest, curving downwards as it began to flatten and widen fractionally. As it stopped at my stomach the iron vines wrapped around my arms pulled me apart just a little more, pressing me against the flattened vine in front of me. It supported my weight, pressed against my sternum and flowing between my breasts to my stomach where it became a lot wider.

I found it rather curious until Anton's hands slid up my sides and cupped my breasts, the thing gave support and allowed the naughty man behind me free access.

"Very nice." He purred in my ear as he pulled my hair from around my neck.

"But why?" I asked, very curious.

My lower half tilted up, now my knees were off the bed and my feet were barely finding traction on the sheets.

"Better placement."

His hand slid over my backside and began to stroke me again.

"We have an eternity of love and lust Sarah, with time you will learn how to manipulate your surroundings to suit your desire for the moment, to create something that will be pleasurable for the both of us. I look forward to the day when you do something like this to me, showing me how much lust you can pull from the air and direct to our love."

His movements became more insistent, my breathing more erratic.

"What about you Sarah, what do you look forward to?"

I gripped at the metal pole as the pleasure surged, my mind scattered with nothing more than a little heavy petting.

"Do you want to take control?"

"Yes." I breathed the answer.

"Do you want to tell me what to do?"

I nodded, gulping as my mouth became dry.

"Tell me, Sarah."

His voice was more urgent as he put more pressure on me, sending a spark of euphoria through me.

"Yes." I cried out, moaning as the wave shuddered through my body.

Firm hands gripped at my shoulders, relieving tension that I did not know I had. As his fingers pressed deep they moved down my back, making me cry out with another groan of relief.

The iron bed that I was pressed against shifted as Anton took my hips and I braced myself, knowing what was about to happen. I loved that very first push, feeling the initial connection as he slowly delved deep.

His fingers gripped the flesh of my hips tight as he made his way to me, filling me like no other.

He kissed my spine, whispering words of his love for me. I returned the sentiment, not out of duty but out of truth. I really was madly in love with him.