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She shook her head, but there was something in her expression that told me there was more to the story. Things I would never hear from her beautiful lips.

For the first time, I began to wonder. Can I do this? Can I join my life to a woman I will never hear speak to me?

Then suddenly I jolted when I felt a wetness against my manhood. I realized I’d been lost in thought just long enough for her to slide down my body, and now she was lavishing my cock with her tongue.

There’s never been a more perfect woman. And she is—perfect for me. We will learn how to speak to one another.

My cock hardened as she tasted it with her tongue. Instinctively, my hand went to her head. “Take it into your mouth.”

She obeyed at once—that action alone made me swell with desire for her. She parted her pretty lips and tenuously began to slide her lips over my hard shaft.

I growled low in my throat at the sensation. I was patient with her—clearly, she’d never done such a thing before, but she was an apt pupil, eager to learn. And I had so much to teach her. As she endeavored to please me, I kept a firm hand on her head and guided her, training her how to best please me.

It was a task she took to with diligence and soon thoughts deserted me altogether until the only sounds in the room were my groans and that of her working her way up and down my shaft. After a time, my balls grew hot and hard and I released my seed into her mouth.

She sat up, clearly uncertain about what had occurred, but not concerned.

“Swallow it,” I ordered huskily.

When she obeyed without question, I felt a thrill that threatened to awake my tired cock. And I was certain then. “You will be a princess,” I told her, my words coming out rougher than I’d intended. Not because I was displeased in any way, but the possessiveness I felt for her made me feel vulnerable. It wasn’t a feeling I was used to.

She smacked my arm, and I felt a flash of displeasure until I caught the look on her face. Her eyes were glowing as she beamed a smile and for the first time, her head was bobbing in a vigorous nod.

“What?” Two orgasms in such a short period of time had made my head foggy. “What is it, darling?”

Her animated hands went to work and her enthusiasm was so great, I did not stop her, not even for fear of being accidentally struck.

My eyes narrowed as I tried to figure out what she was attempting to tell me. Her hands were gesturing to her head. Red hair… no, that can’t be it… a… a crown? “A crown?”

Her lips burst into a beautiful smile and she nodded fervently.

“A crown,” I repeated, musing. What was it I said… “Princess?”

She began clapping her hands together and bouncing on her knees, her excitement so profound that I couldn’t help but smile even as my brain struggled to make sense of our game.

“Wait… you can’t be saying…” I grabbed hold of her wrist and she instantly went still. “You can’t be saying you already are a princess?”

She was positively radiant as looked at me and inclined her head.

Emotions hit me so hard and fast I didn’t know what to make of them initially. The first was profound relief to have a lead. Followed by astonishment—my father would be over the moon along with the rest of the kingdom, once it was announced that not only was I ready to marry, but I’d found myself a princess!

But the ones that nipped at the heels of that thought were more sobering. I didn’t believe she would lie to me, but if she truly was a princess, that meant someone would be looking for her. And perhaps they wouldn’t be pleased with the idea of her marrying me. Perhaps she was already promised.

That can’t be. I shot the thought down at once, my heart jolted with trepidation at the mere suggestion. She would have let me know… she would have… I sighed with resignation, for clearly she could not.

One glance at her face told me she was confused and perhaps a little hurt that I was lost in my own thoughts. I released her wrist and pulled her to me, running a gentle hand over her silky head. “I cannot wait to meet your family. And in the meantime… shall I simply call you ‘Princess’?”

Her mouth found mine—it was the first time she had initiated a kiss, and I welcomed her lips eagerly.

“I suppose that is a yes, then.” I kissed her again and resolved to put it out of my mind. Whoever she was, whatever promises had been made, we would figure it out together. For she may have been lost, but she had been found now, and I would never doubt for a second that she was right where she was meant to be.

Ari

“Come now,” the prince was saying, giving me a nudge. “You must get in.”

I turned plaintive eyes to him, silently begging him not to make me get into the tub.

But he would not relent. “You must get clean. You’ve had quite a long day, and you need to wash off.”

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