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My cock thickened at her whispered words, and I cleared my throat as I glanced around for the one thing I’d forgotten. Thankfully, I found a few wilted daisies in a vase next to the altar. After quickly twisting them into a crown, I placed them on her head.
“I crown you Princess Damaris of Agafonza. Do you accept the duties and responsibilities of your position?”
“I do.”
“Then rise, Princess Damaris.”
“Sign this fast,” the celebrant said, dragging us to a table with our marriage certificate laid out. “I’ll get it filed right after.”
The final alarm chime sounded as Damaris swept her pen across the paper. We both breathed a sigh of relief as camera flashes went off around us.
“Oh, man. The Russian ambassador is pissed,” Todd said, grinning like a little boy. “I live streamed the whole wedding to his office, and the occupying force is leaving Agafonzan waters.”
“Serves him right,” Jerome muttered. “He cheats at cards.”
“Okay, sorry to get married and run, but I got me a wedding night coming.” Damaris let her borrowed dress fall to the floor to reveal her shorts and bikini top. “Thanks for everything, Daddy and Uncle Todd. We’ll see you when we see you.”
I let her run at her own pace until we found a cheap hotel less than a block from the chapel. We fell into each other’s arms the minute the door to the shabby room closed behind us.
“I wanted you to have a beautiful wedding.” Seams popped when I tore the clip-on tie from my neck. My shirt met the same fate as buttons scattered across the room.
“My wedding was perfect.” Still wearing her crown of daisies, she kicked her shorts off, then fumbled at my zipper. “We can have a do-over if you want. The dress, the ball, the freaking heavy fur robe… all of it. Later.”
My cock ached with need, and I tried to focus on her instead of the urge to get her under me as quickly as possible. “I didn’t give you a ring.”
“Oh, sugar.” She smirked and dropped to her knees as she pulled my trousers down and licked the crown of my cock. “I got my ring right here.”
I tangled my fingers in her hair and groaned as she swirled her tongue around my Prince Albert piercing. “Damaris… oh, fuck me.”
She sucked hard, making me see stars, then let go with a pop. “Only when you beg, Your Highness. I’m itching to find out what this Jacob’s Ladder feels like without a condom.”
I pushed away the reminder of how I’d violated her consent. She’d forgiven me for what I’d done, and I’d never stop being thankful for it. Unable to wait a single second longer, I picked her up and laid her on the lumpy mattress.
Cupping my face in her callused palms, she kissed me. “I think I’ve loved you since I started finding fig preserves on your breakfast cart. How did you know?”
“May I plead the fifth and eat your delicious pussy until you come a few times?”
“Savva…”
“I hacked your laptop.” Before she could reply, I pulled a taut nipple into my mouth and sucked until she gasped. “I would have provided pepper sauce if you’d mentioned it in your emails to your father.”
“Christ!” She arched against me and tightened her fists in the coarse bedding. “I can’t even be mad when you do that.”
“That’s the idea.”
I lowered myself to her succulent core and pulled her clit into my mouth. How had I lived so long without her taste of honey and salt on my tongue?
Relishing her cries of delight, I pushed my tongue into her channel, desperate for every drop of her passion. Her thighs tightened around my head, and I pushed two fingers into her, curling them to stimulate the sweet spot deep inside her.
“Savva!” She clenched around my fingers and a fragrant wash of her spend bathed my face.
She panted her release and pulled me up her body into a deep, claiming kiss. Her brown eyes hazed with passion, and she smiled. “All right, Mr. Stalker McStalkypants. I forgive you for that too. Is there anything else I should know before I ride your fine ass like a pony?”
I let my forehead touch hers and sighed. “I might have also chosen you as my princess a year ago.” When she didn’t reply, I added, “I was desperate for an American bride, and you’re rich enough to?—”
“Stop.” She turned to her side and spooned me in her arms. “I’m thinking this has something to do with Alivia. Will you tell me what happened?”
Unsurprised at her astute deduction, I said, “I never loved her.”
