“No,” I said, raising my chin confidently. “Helia would never bow before our enemies.”
Matthew studied me quietly. A smirk danced across his lips as he leaned back in his chair.
Kalen slapped Matthew on the back hard, causing Matthew to spring forward. With a mouth full of food, Kalen said, “That’s your princess, Matt! We’ll show those bastards with her on our side.”
His princess, I snorted. But the word I liked the most was that I washis. The statement caused a blush to stain my cheeks. I met his eyes across the table and heat pooled deep in my core instantly. He was staring at me like my father used to stare at my mother. Like she was the only woman in the world that he had eyes for. That was the look I had craved for so long without realizing it.
I never considered myself someone that dreamed about love, but I supposed I did. Of course, I had found it with the most improbable person I could ever marry, but I found it, nonetheless. At least if we couldn’t be together, I knew what it felt like to love someone so much that it consumed me.
“Alright, we’re all sharing this cottage now, so don’t get any ideas! I can smell the arousal in the air,” Kalen shouted, but Matthew silenced him with a glare. “Fine, I can take a hint. But I’m not sleeping outside your door like some mutt, so don’t keep me waiting long,” he grumbled. He grabbed a pie from the table and headed for the cottage door.
“Hey!” I exclaimed after him. “You can’t just take the pie, that’s our dessert!” Truthfully, I worked hard on that, and I was a little upset that it seemed like I wouldn’t get any. So, I pouted, which is what anyone else would have done in my position.
Kalen smirked. “He has his dessert,” he gestured at Matthew. “And now I have mine. Unless you’re offering to share…?”
Matthew bolted to his side, punching him squarely in the gut while a fierce growl sprang from his throat. “Get the fuck out, Kalen. Before you aren’t welcome back!”
He ran out the door, taking the pie with him as he went. I swore I could hear him laughing as he went. I turned to glance at Matthew, who was breathing hard, attempting to get his emotions under control. Anger was pouring off him in waves as he marched up to me and grabbed me by my waist. His anger only amplified his natural scent of sandalwood and I lost myself in it, closing my eyes and taking a deep inhale.
“You’re mine, Eva,” he growled. “Fucking mine.”
He turned me around so that his chest was pressed to my back and grabbed my throat, kissing my neck. I leaned into his embrace, letting his need for control take over. “Yes,” I gasped. “I’m yours.”
“I don’t fucking share, either. So, any man in your vicinity had better realize that, or I’ll rip their heads from their bodies. They can’t even look at you. Gods help them if they touch you, Eva. You’remymate. No one else could ever make me feel how you do. You completely shatter me, shake me to my fucking core.” I shuddered at the implication of his words. My head fell back onto his shoulder as he grasped my earlobe between his teeth.Shit, he was driving me crazy. I couldn’t think straight as he continued his assault on my ear, moving down to my neck. I knew he would leave a trail of love bites as he went, staking his claim.
“Only you, Matthew. I only want you.” I let out a breathy moan as his fingers grazed down my body. I wanted him to take me right here and now. Lay me out like I was his own personal feast. I wanted to be the one that shattered, but the fact he admitted I had that effect on him caused my heart to beat wildly in my chest.
His hands moved to the laces of my dress that were crossed down my back. With one effortless motion, he ripped them from my bodice and dragged my dress from my shoulders. He was an animal out of control, but that’s how I needed it right now, and he obviously felt the same.
His hands roughly grabbed my breasts, rolling my nipples in his heated fingers. The intensity of his touch was setting my skin on fire. I turned around and pushed him back down onto a chair and straddled him, grabbing his hair, and exposing his neck. He groaned at the hardness of my grip. “Fuck, Eva. Yes,” he whispered into my ear, egging me on.
I dragged my hands down his shirt, ripping it down the middle until I left his chest exposed. “You’re mine too, Matthew.” I dropped to my knees in front of him, kissing down his chest as I went. “I will be the only woman you ever kiss, or touch…” I looked up at him under hooded eyelids, licking my lips as I reached for the laces on his breeches. His head fell back instantly before he moved his hands into my hair and leaned down to kiss me hard.
I guided him to lift his hips, and he complied willingly, pushing his breeches down in one effortless motion, exposing his hard length to the night air. Without warning, I took it in my hands and stroked it once, twice. Each time, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from his lips. “The only woman who will ever have their mouth around your cock…” I bent my head down and took his tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the drop of pre-cum that rested there. I had never tasted Matthew before, but gods, he tasted divine. It had me eagerly searching for more, like I needed it to live.
He pushed my head further down his thick shaft, groaning as my mouth wrapped around him. My tongue swirled on the underside of his length, causing him to buck his hips and push himself further inside my lips. “Gods above, Princess…”
He grabbed me underneath my arms and pulled me up to him, crashing his mouth against mine. I groaned against him, frustration building through my body. I needed him inside of me right fucking now or I felt like I might die. He grabbed his cock and teased me, slowly dragging it through the wetness beneath my legs. I pulled my hair from the loose braid, and he wrapped it around his fist, jerking my head back as he slammed home inside of me.
A sharp cry left my body, and he stopped for a moment, meeting my eyes. “Did I hurt you?” he asked softly, caressing my cheek with his rough hand. I responded by taking a fistful of his own hair in my hand and moving my body on top of his. I could feel him pulsing inside of me, begging to be released already. My body throbbing from its own need. He smirked, his hands moving to my hips, guiding my movements on his cock.
The thought of making him come so early was both disappointing and thrilling, but I knew he would put my pleasure before his. He stretched me deliciously, and I wanted more, more. more.
His lips found my nipple, and he took it in his mouth and tugged. There was a welcome tingling sensation that radiated from my core, and I knew I wouldn’t last long at this rate. I moved faster, and he helped me. “Take what you need from me, Eva. Show the world that I’m yours, that I bow at your feet. I’m yours to do with as you please,” he whimpered. “You fuck me so good. Look at the way your greedy pussy grips me.”
I looked down, in awe of what I saw where we were joined. Watching the two of us together was highly erotic, yet beautiful as well. Yes, this man was mine. I suddenly realized that I would go to the ends of the godsdamn world for him. I would give up my crown for him if he asked me to, and that realization scared me more than anything.
He picked me up and laid me on top of the table, pumping into me hard and fast, one after another. With each thrust, I fell further and further into a dark abyss that only belonged to the two of us. No one else in the world mattered at this moment. He was insistent and demanding, building both of our orgasms until they were bound to crash.
With one last thrust, we both fell over the precipice. My hands tangled into his hair, pulling him closer to me, his head lying in the crook of my neck as I screamed out. I could feel him spilling deep inside of me, the warmth spreading throughout my body. It was wickedly sinful, and the dirtiest feeling in the world.
We lay together in a tangled mess of limbs. He finally lifted his head and kissed me sweetly, softly. It was a kiss that held a million feelings in it, it could say what words could not. He met my eyes, and I nodded my head and whispered, “I know.” He smiled and kissed me again, biting my lip gently.
I moaned slightly, feeling him stir inside of me again. But he picked me up and laid me on the bed, taking his time to fully undress the small amount of clothes remaining on our bodies. I laid back on the bed and stared at him, grazing my hand softly over my skin. I took in how the moonlight highlighted his body. His eyes sparkled as he stepped closer to me, eager and hungry. I could feel the way he was examining me in the same aspect.
He lowered his body on top of mine unhurriedly, kissing my lips as he reached down and coaxed my legs to wrap around his waist. This was different from what we had just done. He dipped inside of me slowly, taking his time as he stretched and filled me. I arched my back to meet him, throwing my head back as I memorized every move he made.
He moved, kissing the tops of my breasts as he went. Our eyes met, and I felt our souls connect. Our bond going taut and solidifying. We were irrevocably tied to one another. He kissed my lips. “I have loved you before I ever met you, and I love you more, even now. I missed you when I didn’t have you to miss, but my soul ached for you, Eva. Every day that passes, I find myself in awe of you.”
