Bash stormed into his chamber and slammed the door. He was furious; not only had he heard his father talking sexually about his wife, countless men had agreed with him. He was the only one allowed to even think about his wife that way, let alone talk about it. Kenna noticed his mood, and went up to him.

"What's wrong, Bash?" she asked tentatively as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"My father."

"What did he do this time?"

"He was talking about you."

"About me? What did he say?"

"He described how your skin looked when it was covered in sweat and quivering under his touch. He also described the sounds that came out of your mouth while you were making love."

"And that makes you jealous?" she smirked into his chest.

"I'm not jealous! I am your husband; I'm the only one who gets to see you that way! Not some strange diplomats that aren't making love with their wives and are so desperate they need to hear stories about young women from my father. You are mine."

And with that, he gave her a passionate kiss. Kenna gasped in response, and he took that opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth. She moaned and pulled him closer. He gently bit her bottom lip, and worked his way down to her neck. He kissed and sucked, leaving love bites all over. He pulled back to examine his work, and smiled as he was pleased with the results.

"Do you know what those mean?" he asked quietly as he kissed one.

Kenna moaned softly and tugged on the ends of his hair. "No. Tell me."

"Those mean that you are mine, and no one else can touch you."

"And if they do?"

"I'll rip them apart with my bare hands," he untied her dress and pulled it off. He laid her on the bed and kissed the tops of her breasts. "You are so beautiful."

She arched her back so every inch of her was touching a part of him. "I love you."

"I love you too. You are about to find out just how much."