Head craned upward, Henry watched as Jade made short work of his trousers. He let out a sharp breath as her teeth touched his skin below his navel, the dark fall of hair momentarily obscuring her face and his lap. The robe came off, whispering against Jade's smooth skin, but it was the silk of her stockings that he felt alongside his lower legs.
He smiled, wide and wicked as Jade's hands played lightly over her own body. "I remember why I offered you a permanent place at my court," Henry mused. "I've always thought it a shame you didn't take me up on the offer."
"But that is the past," he continued, a gleam coming to his eyes. "I seem to still be suffering from an affliction of swelling. In fact, it seems the fewer clothes we wear, the worse it gets."