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This whole evening has been one magical moment after another and I know—I know—it was all leading to this. This moment when Rex flattens me on the blankets, his mouth hungrily tasting mine, tongue desperate, his large, working man’s hands on my bare breasts. I am vulnerable to him. Naked. A virgin. And he’s going to have me.
I’m going to have him.
I’m going to collect this one incredible night and live off it for decades.
Or maybe not. Maybe there will be thousands of these nights, Rex loving me beneath the starry sky, his perfectly substantial weight bearing down on me.
Maybe…I’m being a little strategic.
If Rex and I make love, surely he won’t be able to let me go. Let me marry a prince.
What if Rex has been my prince all along? The eventual king who will rule beside me? There is no one more suited to the job. He is a giant among men. A fair-minded, hard-working, lion-hearted hero. The court will push back against the idea, but I will fight them. I will marry for love and protect the kingdom at the same time. Sure, we will be losing a potential alliance, but we will be gaining a man with a lion heart and great courage.
A stubborn one, as well.
Yes, stubborn.
So I can’t just come right out and ask him to be my king. I have to give him some time to come around to the idea. I have to make it impossible for him to let me go. Starting now.
Rex’s mouth lets mine go, his lust-lightened eyes boring into mine a moment before his lips trail down my throat, kissing every inch of my sensitive skin. His journey propels him lower until he’s lapping at my nipples, both of my breasts clutched in his huge hands, squeezing slightly, holding me in place for his licking and suckling. That’s when I discover there is a buzzing hot wire between my nipples and the place between my legs, for it swiftly grows wet and achy until I’m actually pushing Rex’s mouth toward my sex, begging in clipped whines and sobs.
He laughs darkly against my belly, his thumb parting my flesh like he owns it, rubbing up and back over my swollen nub. “Are you ordering me to lick the royal pussy, my queen?”
“Yes.”
“Say it, then.” He kisses my mound, each of my inner thighs. “I like coarse words, too.”
“I couldn’t,” I gasp.
“Say it, Britta.”
“Lick me, please,” I say in a rush, closing my eyes. “Use you tongue on me as if it’s the only meal you need for the rest of your life.”
Rex’s answering groan is pure, shocked gratification and it vibrates me head to toe, rewarding me for being bold. “That’s not such a stretch, love.” Eyes on my face, he drags the tip of his tongue through the slick valley of my sex, once, twice. “I’m going to put my fingers inside your gorgeous, little cunt. Deep, my queen. To make you ready for me.” His middle finger presses into my opening, going farther than I expect, so I suck in a breath, trying to get used to the full sensation. “I’ll be plucking your cherry this way. When I can still soothe the sting with my tongue and go slow,” he grits out. “Because once my cock is inside you, I’m going to lose my fucking head.”
I nod. Somehow, with my limited knowledge of sex, Rex’s explanation makes sense—and I trust him. I trust him with my heart, my body, my life. “Okay,” I breathe.
Watching me closely, he milks his middle finger in and out of me, until the sounds of my wetness fill the stall. I might have been embarrassed by that if Rex wasn’t so turned on, his breath shuddering out, eyelids drooping.
He adds his ring finger, plunging those two thick digits deep then shallow, his tongue swiping back and forth over my clit. And slowly, that pump of his fingers goes from uncomfortable to incredible. I’m hinging on the next inward slide, outward draw, my hips rolling in time with the movements.
“You’re so bloody beautiful,” he rasps, pressing his face to my stomach. “Grab hold of my hair, love.” I do as I’m told—and he takes a long, shuddering inhale, punching his two fingers past my virginity, ripping a harsh cry from my throat. “Shhhh. My love, my love, it’ll get better soon. I promise.”
The anguish, the reverence, the emotion packed into those words anchor me and I look down to find I’m practically ripping his hair out. Immediately, I loosen my grip and as I do, my womanhood begins to adjust around his fingers. I force myself to relax, to focus on his tongue, which is back on my clit, licking me eagerly, trying to dim the pain—and his care of me brings back the desire even stronger this time. “Rex…” I whisper. “I’m ready.”
