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  Slowly, I let my breath out, unclenching my muscles as I looked down at the mess. I grinned. Her panties looked even better covered in my pearly white cum.

  My cock throbbed, not even deflating a bit as I pulled the panties away. It pulsed, my balls already filling again, like it wasn’t done yet — like it wanted more. My eyes landed on the small inked crown tattoo on the side of my shaft down by the base of it, and I grinned.

  I wondered if she’d heard that rumor yet. I wondered if she was curious. I wondered what the fuck I was doing sitting in my office alone with a rock hard cock and every thought in my head involving sliding my dick inside her virgin pussy and making her my own.

  I stood, struggling to get my cock back into my jeans as I grabbed the keys to my motorcycle and pulled up directions to the palace of Devoney. Yeah, I still wanted more alright. And more was what I was going to get.

  I was going to make my pretty little princess bride scream in pleasure until she begged me to stop.

  …And they said getting married killed the magic.

  Bullshit.

  Chapter 6

  Faith

  My whole room smelled like roses. Which made sense, because I’d been stuffing it full of them for three freaking days.

  The first bouquet had been delivered to me by one of the palace guards while I was alone. I’d blushed bright red and brushed it off as being “from a friend,” even if the guard didn’t care and was trained not to anyways. The second bouquet had also gotten to me before anyone else could see it. But the third, like two damn hours after the first one, was waltzed into the dining room while I’d been having dinner with my parents.

  “Oh now who are these from?” My mother had arched her brows, beaming at me. I was pretty sure that grin would be gone from both their faces if they knew which prince had sent them. Luckily, I’d yanked the card out of that one before they could spot it, which was a miracle. I couldn’t glance at it until later, after dinner and after I’d convinced them it was from Callie in celebration of her upcoming wedding. But I was pretty sure they’d have a hard time believing it was from her when the card read:

  Come back to bed. 8===D, Hubby.

  …He’d freaking signed it with a text-image dick.

  After that, I’d marched down to Mrs. Kenning in the palace mailroom and begged them to just bring the flowers directly to my room. It was a prank, I’d told them. I don’t know how much Mrs. Kenning actually believed me, but after that, the roses came to my personal quarters, where my parents never came.

  The little notes he sent with them just got more and more insane though. I knew he was just being a prick. They weren’t actual love notes, he was just trying to get a rise out of me. And I hated that it was working. Things like “to my wife, on our five day anniversary. Time just flies with you, dear,” or “roses are red, violets are blue, tequila tastes sweet and so do you,” which were so over-the-top cheesy that I knew he was doing it on purpose.

  But then, there were the other notes — the ones that made my face flush and my body shiver when I read them in the privacy of my room.

  …Dirty, filthy notes. Ones that read “Roses are red, violets are blue, I’ll use my teeth to pull your panties right off of you.” Or the just plain crude ones like “sit on my face. <3, Cole.”

  It was one of those notes I was reading that night, the smell of roses hanging in the dark of my bedroom as I pulled the covers up to my waist:

  I’m going to taste you until you come all over my tongue.

  I felt the heat bloom through me as I read the note a second and then third and fourth time. It felt so damn dirty to have had someone send it to me, but at the same time, it teased something wild in me. No one had ever talked to me the way he did. No one had ever made me want to explode so wonderfully from the inside out like he did.

  I had very little experience. He knew that, of course, just like everyone did thanks to that asshole tabloid reporter who’d decided that my being nineteen and having never dated was newsworthy enough to print. It wasn’t entirely true. I mean, I’d gone on a couple dates, and I’d kissed a couple of boys. There was even one somewhat nice Prince who I’d allowed to put his hand up my skirt for a second.

  But that was it. And none of those brief experiences had lit the fire inside of me that Cole had. Not even close.

  My mind wandered to that first kiss in the fountain. I remembered feeling so wild with my soaking wet dress clinging to me as he pulled me so close. I remembered the feel of his hard chest against my aching nipples, and I could certainly remember the feel of something very very hard throbbing against my belly through his pants.

  The room felt hotter, and I shifted under the thin sheets. My thighs squeezed together, and I moaned quietly as I felt the wet, slick heat between my legs.

  …It’d been like this for days. It’d been like this every single day actually, since I’d run out of that hotel room. My body ached for what we hadn’t done that night. My mind wandered to all the dirty, lurid things I’d do with him if I could go back and do that night all over again. I’d been strong for the last few days, resisting it with everything I had and determined not to give in.

  But slowly I was losing that fight.

  My nipples hardened under my thin tank top, and I could feel my arousal leaking into my panties, soaking them under the sheets. I closed my eyes, gasping quietly as I let my hands wander over my breasts, teasing my nipples through the cotton. I pinched one between two fingers, making myself moan. My other hand slid down over my tummy, and my hips arched as I pushed my fingers under the edge of my panties.

  When my fingers found my sticky, slick lips, the moan caught in my throat. I whimpered, my fingers rolling over my aching clit as I cupped my breast. My hips arched off the bed, and when I slid my hand lower and eased a finger inside, I felt the pleasure roll through me. I moaned again, grinding my clit into my palm as I started to curl a finger in and out of my slippery pussy.

  And all I could think of was him. I imagined him kissing me, and stripping my clothes away. I moaned, my finger stroking in and out of me as I pictured that scene from that morning again — him lying there in bed with that huge bulge tenting the sheet. Only this time, in my head, I wasn’t running away. This time, I had the guts to stay, and to peel back those sheets and see what I’d missed out on.

  My hips rolled against my hand, my breath coming faster and more hitched. Pleasure teased through me, my arousal making my fingers slick and dripping as I curled them deep inside, arching my back as I imagined Prince Cole slowly sliding that big cock inside of—

  “Starting without me?”

  I shrieked, my heart clawing into my throat as I jumped about a foot off the bed. I scrambled under the sheets, yanking them up to my chin before I suddenly narrowed my eyes on the figure stepping out of the shadows.

  Cole.

  Cole from my fantasy very much in the flesh, in my room, and definitely seeing me touch myself. My face burned hot as the sun as I glared at him, gasping for air from both being so close to coming before and also from him scaring the hell out of me.

  “Are you insane?” I hissed at him.

  “No,” he growled. He moved towards me, his eyes locked right on me with this fierce look on his face. “Just hungry.”

  I shivered, clutching at the thin sheet as I watched him stalk towards me.

  “I’ve been ignoring you, you know.”

  “I’ve noticed.” His eyes flashed fire as he moved to the foot of my bed, his jaw tight.

  “How did you even get in here?”

  “I have my ways,” he purred. He started to shrug off his leather jacket, and my breath caught.

  “And what exactly do you think you’re doing here?”

  He grinned, those eyes hungrily drinking me in and sending a shiver through my whole body.

  “Didn’t you get my latest note?”

  He pulled his t-shirt off, and my pulse skipped at the sight of his rippling muscles, the tattoo ink crossing his s
kin.

  “I—” my face burned hot as I remembered the latest one — the one about “tasting me until I came all over his tongue.” The flush grew hotter, and I felt my thighs rub together as he tossed his shirt away and started to crawl up onto the bed.

  “We— I mean, if you get caught in here—”

  “Then we better not get caught.”

  His hands gripped the sheet, and slowly, he tugged it down, pulling it free from my grasp. I whimpered as he pulled it all the way off of me, until I was lying there in just my tank top and panties under his fierce and hungry gaze. I made a move to curl my legs up, but Cole’s hands slid up to my ankles as he shook his head.

  “Uh-uh, Princess,” he growled. “That's for my eyes now.”

  He tugged at my ankles, pulling me down the bed towards him. He growled, and his firm grip tightened on me as he started to slowly push my legs apart. Fierce heat blazed through me, and I felt a shiver of electric desire tease over every inch of my skin.

  “Oh you did start without me, didn’t you?” he growled. His eyes dragged up between my legs to my panties — still very much and very obviously wet from when I was touching myself.

  “Naughty girl,” he groaned, his jaw tightening. He moved forward, spreading my legs as he started to crawl between them. I gasped, my mouth hanging open and my eyes wide as I felt his shoulder muscles rippling against my thighs, pushing my legs apart as his breath teased over my skin.

  “Wh— what do you think you’re doing?” I whimpered quietly.

  “I think I’m going to lick my wife’s pussy until she comes for me.”

  Oh God…

  “St-stop calling me that,” I protested lamely, panting as his fingers slid up my thighs and teased against the edge of my panties. He dragged a finger over them, tracing one thick finger over my pussy through the panties and making my breath catch sharply.

  “But you are, Princess,” he growled. “You’re mine.”

  His fingers slid under the edge of my panties, and my breath just caught in my throat. He started to slowly peel them down, and I felt myself start to fall, tumbling into fantasy as the gorgeous, tattooed, bad boy prince slid my panties down my thighs. He pushed my legs up, yanking the panties off my feet and tossing them away before he spread my legs again.

  His eyes locked onto my pussy, and I trembled as he growled lowly.

  “You’re my wife, Princess,” he purred. “You’re mine, and this sweet little pussy is mine. And now, I’m going to taste what’s mine to taste.”

  His big hands pushed my legs wide apart, and he leaned in.

  …And my whole world melted.

  His wicked, wet tongue dragged lightly over me, teasing up my lips until the tip of it bumped over my clit. I cried out, my eyes going wide and my whole body arching off the bed like he’d just struck me with lightning.

  “Oh fuck!” I gasped, jolting against him as his tongue danced over me. He swirled it over my little aching bud, turning me to putty in his hands as he sent pleasure exploding through me. His hands held my thighs tight, pushing them wide apart as his tongue dipped back down to tease over my entrance.

  Cole groaned, pushing his tongue into me and making me cover my mouth with my hands as I held back the scream of pleasure. He teased his tongue in and out of me, like he was fucking me with it, driving me absolutely wild. I’d never felt anything like that. I’d never even dreamed of something feeling that good, and I never wanted him to stop.

  He growled as he flicked his tongue back up to my clit, sucking it gently between his lips and swirling his tongue over it as I moaned and whimpered for him, writhing on the bed as the sensations rippled through me.

  “Fuck, Princess,” he growled, his fingers teasing over my lips before he slid a finger inside of me. I cried out, arching my hips into him as he started to curl his big finger in and out of me, stroking this magical spot that had me melting for him.

  “I’ve wanted to taste you since the second I saw you. I wanted to feel your candy pussy against my mouth and your sweet cum coating my tongue.”

  I moaned as his filthy words washed over me, punctuated by his tongue flicking over my clit.

  “And I knew you’d taste so fucking good, Princess. I knew my wife would taste like fucking heaven and candy.”

  “Stop calling—”

  “Oh but you are, angel,” he growled. “You are my wife. Mine to have and to hold. Mine to tease and taste.”

  His tongue swirled across my clit, and I buried the scream in my hands as my body arched off the bed.

  “Mine to claim. And this is my pussy to taste when it comes for me. To feel when it stretches open for the first time around my big cock. To fill with my cum until it’s dripping down your thighs.”

  I was lost, drowning in pleasure as his wicked words and amazing mouth drove me higher and higher, until I was gasping for air I was so high.

  “Tell me, Princess,” he growled, slowing a little and letting the tip of his tongue just barely tease over my clit, keeping me clawing at the edge, unable to crash over it.

  “Please…” I whimpered, panting as my hips arched against his mouth. “Please—”

  “Tell me,” he groaned, stroking his finger in and out of me and letting his tongue dance over my aching clit.

  And suddenly, I didn’t even know why the hell I was fighting it. I hadn’t married Cole just because I was drunk. Well, yes, we were really drunk, but I’d married him for more than just being inebriated.

  …I’d married him because I felt alive with him. More alive than I’d ever felt before.

  So screw what the tabloids said. Screw whatever came before, or what I was supposed to do with my life. I’d already made my choice, and I’d chosen to take a leap for once in my life. And I’d taken a big leap. Maybe it was too big, but there was no going back.

  Not when it came to him.

  “I’m yours,” I gasped, my hands clawing at the bedsheets as his tongue teased over my clit. “I’m your wife.”

  “And now I want to taste my bride’s sweet cum,” he growled, his hands tightening on me. “So be a good little princess and fucking come on my tongue.”

  He sucked my clit between his lips and swirled his tongue over it, and I just lost it.

  I yanked a pillow over my face as I screamed in pleasure, my hips bucking against his face as his tongue sent me reeling over the edge into my orgasm. The climax exploded through me, wracking through my whole body until I was gasping for air and trembling all over.

  “Good girl,” Cole purred. His tongue dragged slowly over my pussy, making me whimper as he tasted me, making my head spin.

  “That was—”

  “That was me just getting started.”

  Chapter 7

  Cole

  I’d never wanted anything more — never wanted any woman more — than I wanted her. And it wasn’t just that she was drop-dead gorgeous in that way where she clearly didn’t realize it as much as she should have. And it wasn’t just that there was this raw, sexual energy to her that made the cum boil in my balls. It wasn’t just her sweet innocence.

  It was her — the her inside all of that. The girl with the strong backbone, the sass, and the fire, and the ability to spit it all at me in a way no other woman ever had.

  Yeah, I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to drape her ankles over my shoulders, grab her by the hips, and sink every single inch of my cock deep in that tight little pussy. I wanted her on top, bouncing up and down on me and moaning as I filled her up with every drop.

  But then, I knew she was scared. I knew she’d never done anything like what we’d just done, much less sleep with anyone. Married or not, I wasn’t about to fuck this whole thing up by moving too fast or freaking her out. And besides that, when I claimed her — when I made my wife my woman — she’d be begging for it. I wanted her a dripping wet, whimpering, moaning mess when I finally plucked that cherry.

  …But that didn’t mean I was stopping with one orgasm from her that night.
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br />   I shoved my pants and boxers down, kicking them away and freeing my rock-hard cock. I crawled up her body, kissing my way up her tummy, over her hips, and up to her breast. She moaned, spreading her legs for me, her hands sliding through my hair as I teased my way up the underside of one soft, full breast, sucking the pink nipple between my lips and running my tongue over it until it puckered in my mouth. Fuck, every inch of her body tasted like sweet heaven, and I just wanted more.

  I moved over her, hearing her gasp sharply as my thick shaft dragged over her smooth thighs.

  “Oh, I’m not taking you like that yet, angel,” I purred into her neck, my muscles rippling as I leaned in to gently bite and suck at the tender skin there. Faith gasped, arching her body into me.

  “First, I’m going to make you scream some more. First, I’m going to make every part of you want me, and miss me when I’m gone. I’m going to tease you until you’re begging me to fuck you.”

  She moaned, looking up into my eyes and biting her lip. I rolled my hips, letting my big dick drag up between her thighs until it slid against her bare, slick pussy. I groaned, watching the pleasure melt over her face and letting the feel of her sweet, soft, velvety lips teasing over my shaft wash over me. My cock lurched, precum drooling from the swollen head as the pure caveman need to plunge inside of her roared through me.

  But I was strong. And I was determined to wait until she wanted that. She may have brought out the cavemen in me, but this wasn’t the time of Neanderthals, I wasn’t about to just fuck her and claim her virginity just like that.

  But I was going to make her writhe in pleasure for me.

  I rocked my hips, letting the thick head of my cock drag up her lips until it bumped over her clit. Faith moaned deeply, her hands sliding up my arms and her nails lightly scratching me as she dropped her head back in pleasure.