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  I whimpered at the sound of his deep voice in my ear, the gravelly tone of his sizzling through me.

  “No, I—”

  I gasped sharply as the hand that’d been draped over me slid down to grab my hip possessively.

  “Fuck, baby,” he groaned. His other hand, the one that was under me, reached for my free hand, our fingers entwining as he grabbed my hip with the other, and as my hand still held onto his big cock. I whimpered, pushing back just another teeny bit, my hand dragging his head up and down my slit as the pleasure rippled through me.

  “So nice and fucking wet for me,” he purred into my ear, his fingers tightening on my hip, like he was holding himself back from just grabbing me and plunging inside. His hand slid down over my hip, down the cleft of my thigh until his fingers slid over my slippery, aching pussy. I moaned as he spread my lips, his finger rolling across my clit and making my whole body melt for him.

  “You want this, don’t you?” he growled lowly. I whimpered as he teased my clit, rolling my hips slowly and feeling his thick head slip back and forth across my lips.

  “Yes.” The word whispered quietly from my lips, my teeth dragging over my lip. I turned my head to him over my shoulder, and suddenly, his lips were on mine. I moaned as I kissed him hungrily, our tongues sliding together. His hand holding mine pushed higher, bringing both of our hands up to my breast and cupping it as he teased my clit and kissed me. And the whole time, his thick erection was right there, just millimeters away from pushing inside and claiming all of me.

  And I wanted him to.

  “I— I want you to take me,” I whispered, moaning into the kiss.

  “I’d say we should wait until we’re married but…”

  “But we are.”

  “You are my wife,” he growled.

  “And this is all yours,” I gasped quietly, gripping his cock and centering the head right against my opening.

  “So what are we waiting for?” he groaned, pinching my nipple and rolling his fingers over my clit.

  “I— I don’t know…” I whimpered, totally lost in the heat and the rawness of it all.

  “Push back, angel,” he groaned. “If you want it, it’s going to be you that takes it.”

  “I want it,” I gasped. “Just— I want you to—”

  “Then fuck my cock, angel,” his voice purred into my ear. “Push that ass back, and let this tight little pussy swallow my cock. Show me you want it.”

  I pushed back.

  I gasped sharply as I felt his thick, swollen head push past my opening, easing inside and instantly stretching me wide. My fingers tightened on his, my other hand gripping his cock tightly as I gently pushed back.

  There was one second of a stinging sensation, but then bliss — this warm, erotic feeling washing over me as I slowly let him inside. More of him pushed in, sliding so easily with how freaking wet I was. I could feel an inch, and then another, and then another glide inside, filling me like I’d never ever felt before and making my eyes roll back in my head in pure pleasure.

  “Oh fuck…” I moaned, moving my hand away from his cock and gripping his muscled hip as I pushed back, taking more and more until finally, I could feel his muscled abs hard against my ass.

  He was all the way in.

  I gasped, panting as we just lay like that for a minute — his big cock buried to the hilt inside of me with his heavy balls resting against my lips. His finger teased my clit, and he groaned into my neck as his thickness throbbed inside of me.

  “Right there, Princess,” he growled into my ear. “Feel me all the way inside of you, claiming you. You’re not just my wife now, you’re all mine. Mine, and mine only.”

  I moaned, feeling so full of him, and so wrapped up in him that it was like we were one. And all I could do was whimper and nod, turning my head as his lips found mine. He kissed me passionately, tasting my lips like he was savoring them as he slowly pulled back his hips. I moaned again into his kiss as that thick cock slowly slid out of me, until just the fat, swollen head was nestled between my lips.

  “Feel that, Princess?” He groaned into my lips, his muscles flexing against me. “Feel how that hungry little pussy tried to swallow me back up? Like it can’t wait to feel my cock filling it up with every inch.”

  He pushed his hips forward, and as his thick shaft drove back inside of me, I cried out in pleasure, clinging to him as he slowly filled me up again. Cole pulled out again, his muscled hips rolling as he slid out and then pushed back in. Even still, I could feel how tight I was, clinging to every pulsing inch of him as he started to fuck me in slow, even strokes. His fingers rolled over my clit, his arms circling me completely as he drove in and out.

  I could feel my body melting for him, the pleasure blazing through me and setting me on fire with raw lust as I pushed back to meet him. His hips ground against me, his rock-hard abs pressing into my ass as he plunged his big, thick cock into me again and again. His hands tightened, and we started to move a little faster. I could feel his groans rumbling through me, and as I let go completely, the moans just started to fall from my lips.

  His arms were around me, gripping me possessively, and he moved faster — pumping his swollen cock into my slick, sticky, eager pussy again and again. I could feel my arousal dripping down his slick shaft and over my thighs, the sound of him driving inside filling the room with these naughty wet sounds that only drove me higher.

  “So fucking wet for me,” he groaned, his fingers on one hand pinching my nipple as the ones on the other hand rubbed my clit in deliberate circles. “Your sweet little princess cunt is fucking dripping all over my cock. I’m making your tight little cunt messy with me, and when I fill you with my cum, I’ll make you messier still. I’m going to mark you as mine, and pump my cum so deep against your womb. And when I’m done?”

  He drove forward, and I cried out as his amazing cock slid balls-deep inside with one thrust, sending pleasure erupting through me.

  “And when I’m done, Princess,” he groaned, his hips moving faster as he started to fuck me, like I was his claim. “When I’m done, I’m going to do it all over again, until you’re so full of my cum that it’ll be dripping down your thighs. I want my cum making a mess of whatever panties you put on next. I want you so full of me that after I’ve gone, you’ll be feeling me leaking out of this perfect little princess pussy that I’ve claimed. You’ll feel the mess I left between your legs.”

  I cried out, feeling myself rushing towards that edge as he filled me again and again. I could feel his heavy balls against my clit on every thrust, his fingers driving me crazy as his huge cock drove in again and again. The heat and the raw, dirty naughtiness of it all blazed through me, my breath catching more and more until I thought I might pass out.

  “I want you to come for me, baby,” he hissed in my ear, his fingers twisting my nipple and making me gasp in pleasure. “I want that pretty pussy to fucking come for me. I want your cum all over my cock when I empty my balls inside of you. Come for me, Princess. Come for my cock.”

  The world blurred at the edges, and my whole body tensed up.

  “Come for me, wife.”

  He plunged deep inside, and suddenly, I let go. I twisted my head again, crushing my lips to his and screaming my release into that kiss. The biggest orgasm I had ever felt shattered through me, knocking the wind out of me and leaving me moaning and whimpering in pleasure as the climax washed over me.

  Cole roared into my mouth, and when he drove every inch of that amazing cock so deep inside of me, I felt every single one of his muscles clench tight as he let go. His hot cum pumped inside of me, and I cried out again as I felt the thick ropes of it squirting against my womb. His balls twitched against me, his thick shaft throbbing as he held me so tight and emptied every drop deep inside.

  After that, all I remember is his heart racing with mine, the feeling of being so loved, and warm, and protected in his arms, and kissing him until I sank into sleep with his hard cock still inside of m
e. I remember having very nice dreams, until both of us woke up again just as dawn was breaking and slowly started to move again, both of us thrusting together like that again and again until we both crashed over that edge once more.

  Perfection.

  Chapter 9

  Faith

  My bed was empty when I woke the next day. I slowly opened my eyes, half hoping for another hangover and a warm arm over me like that time in Paris. Except, it was just me this time. I frowned, blinking away before suddenly, the whole night came back in flashbacks, and the heat teased through me as I started to grin.

  Oh my God, I had SEX.

  Me — the poster girl for “sweet little princess.” The one whose lack of a sex life had literally been immortalized in printed media. But, not anymore! The blush sizzled through me, my body aching so deliciously from his touch and everything we’d done. I didn’t feel bad. I didn’t feel guilty, or used, or cheap.

  I felt amazing.

  It felt like this weight had been lifted from my shoulders, and like the sun itself was shining a little brighter and a little warmer through my blinds. I grinned again, snuggling into the covers and hugging myself, letting my fingers tease up and down my sides and my arms as if remembering his hands on me.

  I turned my head and finally spotted the little note sitting on the pillow next to me.

  Avoiding getting my head lopped off. You sleeping is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, by the way.

  -Cole.

  P.s. Don’t forget — you’re MINE.

  Heat bloomed through me, and I felt my pulse quicken and my heart thud faster as I re-read the thing a half-dozen more times.

  I’d gotten drunk and made the mistake of a lifetime. I’d married the bad boy prince, the notorious heart-breaker and trouble-maker.

  Then I’d run away.

  Then I’d let him into my bed.

  …Then I’d let him have it all.

  And now? Well, I wasn’t even sure I was ready to even say what I was feeling after all that even to myself. It was too big. Too scarily new.

  Too undeniable.

  I stashed the note where I’d left the other, more crude notes he’d sent with all of the flowers before. I got dressed, still blushing and grinning like a complete dope as I basically skipped down the stairs to find coffee and breakfast. I could feel the ache from him, between my legs. But it didn’t hurt that way. It was more like this sweet, perfect reminder of the night — a memento of letting go with him.

  I skipped into the breakfast room overlooking the palace gardens, and immediately jumped a little in shock, seeing my parents sitting there. I’d slept in late, and the two of them were usually up early. I felt the blush heatedly creep over my cheeks, and I quickly stopped my skipping and dropped my eyes as I slid into a chair.

  The room was silent as one of the staff brought me over a cup of coffee.

  “Faith.”

  My father’s grumbly, stern voice cut through the quiet. I felt my face burn hotter with the little secret only I knew, that no one else could — the secret of what’d happened the night before.

  “Yeah?” I croaked out, forcing the most benign smile I could handle on my face. I looked up to see my father looking right at me with this intense, slightly angry look on his face.

  “W-what’s up?”

  I quickly took a way-too-hot sip of coffee and grimaced at the heat of it on my tongue.

  “Are you familiar with Prince Cole McCabe?”

  The floor dropped out beneath me, and I felt this cold chill creep down my spine.

  “I—” I swallowed.

  Yes, intimately so, actually, I belted out inside my head.

  On the outside though, I just shook my head and swallowed again.

  “Nope?”

  “You’re sure?” my father growled, his stern brow furrowing even more.

  “Oh of course she’s not familiar with that man,” my mother said primly, pouring so much cream into her cup of coffee that it turned a dirty off-white color. She wrinkled her nose, shuddering dramatically. “Good heavens not, right dear?”

  I nodded quickly. “Yeah, right.”

  My father’s mouth tightened. “Well, the guards at the side garden gate say he was here at the palace this morning.”

  My heart dropped into the floor, and my face went white.

  “They saw him inside the palace?” I squeaked out.

  My father frowned. “Of course not, Faith.” He arched a brow in question. “Our walls are completely protected. Nothing gets through without my knowing.”

  Wanna bet?

  “No.” He shook his head, jabbing at a breakfast sausage with his fork. “But they saw that complete sham of a prince outside the gates, poking around.”

  My mother gasped in horror. “My God, is that who sent you those flowers the other night?!”

  “What?! No!” I blurted out. “Of course not! I told you, those were from Callie.”

  She narrowed her eyes at me over her coffee-cream mixture.

  Yeah, this was life with these two. I knew they loved me, and cared. And I knew ultimately they were just trying to protect me. But seriously, sometimes it was ridiculous. Sometimes it was like I was ten and not a grown woman. And through the whole thing, there was always this mindset like we were living in King Arthur’s time instead of the modern world — adhering to all these “moral codes” that were “befitting of royals.”

  Please.

  “That man is bad news, honey.” My dad punctuated his words by jabbing the air with his fork, still with a sausage link skewered on it.

  “Very, very bad news.”

  “I— yeah, I’ve heard stories I guess,” I mumbled out as I took another sip from my cup.

  “Well, I don’t know what the hell he was doing here at the goddamn crack of dawn, but let me tell you this. I will not have my daughter socializing with his brand of trouble.”

  “Dad, I don’t know why he was—”

  “I’m sure there’s something alluring about his complete disdain for civilized society.”

  My mother made a harrumphing noise, wrinkling her nose like she’d smelled something sour.

  “But, you’re a bright, pretty girl, Faith.” My dad popped the sausage link into his mouth and continued as he chewed. “But I can promise you, that piece of work is getting his comeuppance soon enough. Troublemakers like him always do.” He sighed, half smiling at me. “You’ll find a good man to be your husband, dear. Someone befitting you and this family.”

  “I didn’t realize my family was marrying someone,” I muttered, looking away.

  “Don’t be smart,” my mother shot back.

  “You just said I was smart.”

  “Watch it,” my father muttered. “Ladies of this family line are ladies, Faith.”

  I scowled. “Meaning?”

  “Meaning they act as they should.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Oh, silent? Obedient? Good little wives and Queens?”

  “Your words, Faith,” he growled back. “But yes.”

  “Glad to see the future is so bright.”

  My mother sighed loudly. “Oh try not to be so dramatic. We just want what’s best for you.”

  “You mean for this family.”

  She eyed me and shrugged. “It’s the same thing, dear.”

  The two of them went back to their breakfasts, my mother paging through her gossip magazine and my father through his paper. And I knew damn well I could just leave it, finish my coffee, go grab a bite in the kitchen and then disappear somewhere. But then, something wouldn’t let me drop it. Something inside of me — something new — couldn’t keep my mouth shut.

  “I actually met Prince Cole when I was in Paris last week.”

  My mother's coffee spoon clattered to the saucer.

  “You what?” she spat out.

  “Faith,” my father’s voice was edged in stone, and he half rose from the table. “Explain yourself.”

  “I— nothing!” I hissed bac
k. “I just met him while I was there, that’s all.”

  “At your tour of the private galleries at the Louvre?” My mother looked aghast. “They let that man in that museum?” She made that sick face again. “My God, all those tattoos, and that horrid reputation of his!”

  “No, not—”

  Shut. Up, the voice inside screamed at me. I decided to actually listen this time.

  “Yes,” I shrugged. “At the museum. Apparently France has less concern about someone’s reputations than Devoney when it comes to visiting their museums.”

  “Well I simply cannot even imagine that man at all having an eye for higher art.”

  “Well I guess he does,” I spat back. “And apparently, he really knows what he likes.”

  I felt a little victorious burst of heat tease through me at that last part.

  “Honestly, I can’t even—”

  “Maureen.”

  My father’s deep voice cut my mother off, and my eyes darted over to see him glowering on his side of the table. He met my eye, and I could see the wheels turning inside, like he was mulling something over. Finally though, he sighed deeply.

  “I prefer to keep my business out of my families lives,” he muttered. “But I’m willing to break that in this case.” He looked right at me, his brow furrowed. “Prince Cole is a brute of a man.”

  “Dad—”

  “Listen to me, Faith,” he growled. “None of this is public knowledge, and it damn well better stay that way under order from the judge, but that damned man is a brute, and a savage, and he’s under investigation for attacking several women of high brith.”

  Something cold pierced through me.

  “What?”

  “Horrible, just horrible,” my father spat out, shaking his head. “He tried to force himself on Queen Jemma, from Urum, and he damn near tried to do the same thing to Princess Kelly, of Glis.”

  My mother gasped in horror again, her face paling as she brought a hand to her lips.

  “No.” I shook my head slowly, my mouth drying. These were complete lies, of course. I knew Cole, and there was just no way any of this was remotely true.