Briar and my father were married three days later in a private ceremony that only consisted of Matthew, Luka, and I as their witnesses. We had drunk until dawn, each of us sharing stories from the past that made us laugh until we were hoarse.
I took a step back into Matthew’s chest. “What was she saying about you being a distraction, husband? Is that the pot calling the kettle black?”
My father laughed, pulling Briar into a quick embrace. “And you would not have it any other way. Do not pretend otherwise.” He looked down at his wife. “Shall we release our guests of honor to get ready for the evening?”
She threw her hands in the air, muttering a soft curse under her breath. “Fine! Be gone with you!” Matthew and I turned around, racing back to the palace without a second glance. Though Briar quickly called out and reminded us not to be late.
* * *
An hour later,after Matthew and I had wrung multiple orgasms out of each other, we slipped into the bathtub. My back was to his chest, his strong fingers working the soap into my long hair. My stomach fluttered, and I groaned as he massaged my neck.
“How funny is it that we started this whole affair by you washing my hair?” I mused, recalling the first time we had given in to our affections. Back when he was simply a man and I was a princess, neither of us understanding the gravity of our attachments. I still recalled how he ravished my body as if I was a temple. “I know it was simply sex back then, but—”
“Is that what you think?” he asked, a note of horror in his voice. “Eva, it was never just sex to me.” His lips ran along my bare shoulder, leaving goosebumps in their wake as he pulled back. “I washopelesslyin love with you from the moment I saw you because I knew what you were to me.”
I turned to face him in the tub, coiling my arms around his neck. “You did?”
“Of course. I knew it the moment I spun you around the ballroom, even if I did not let myself believe it until you broached the topic. But I would have walked away had you not wanted to be with me.”
He kissed me before adjusting to wash the soap from my hair. He took his time, teasing me with heated glances while he worked. By the time he was done, my body was burning for his touch, and I was shamelessly rubbing myself along his cock.
“Is my queen feeling needy?” he asked, nipping at my earlobe. “Because the way you grind down tells me you’re searching for something to take the edge off.”
“Yes,” I breathed. “Please, Matthew…”
Without responding, he gripped my ass and stood from the bath. My legs wrapped around him on instinct before he set me atop our bed and dropped to his knees. I did not have time to utter another word before his tongue danced along my clit and had me crying out.
My fingers wound through his dark hair, pulling him as close as possible. One of his hands reached up, taking my hard nipple in between his fingers and tugging. His lips and teeth tugged at my overly sensitive bud, causing me to ride a fine line between pleasure and pain.
But it was not enough, and he knew it never would be, but gods, he liked to drive me to the edge until I begged for more. “What is it, darling?” The darkness in his voice made me whimper. “Is there something more you want?”
I nodded, words emptying out of my head faster than they came. He gripped my legs tighter, fingers biting into my skin that would surely bruise in the most delicious way. And later, as they came into view, he would lave his tongue over each small purple remnant as an apology.
“Use your words, Eva. Tell me what you want.”
I raised up on my elbows, staring intently at the man feasting between my legs. I could not see his mouth, but I felt each movement he made as it was tied to a ripple of pleasure that nearly had me seeing stars. His eyes met mine as he slid his hand between my breasts and pushed me back down. “Not until you say what I long to hear leave your lips.”
“I need you to fuck me, Matthew. I need to feel the way you fill me.”
A feral growl tore from his lips as he made his way onto the bed. His cock jutted proudly, already leaking precum down his shaft that I wanted to taste. Crawling over on my hands and knees, I slowly ran my tongue along his shaft. He shivered under my touch, his head falling back against the headboard as I had my way with him.
“What are you doing?” he bit out, hands gripping the blankets beneath him until I was sure he was a second away from destroying them. I bobbed my head again, taking him down my throat. His head fell back as curses fell from his lips before he tangled his hands in my wet hair. It only made my body flush from the praise. “Gods, Eva. You are going to make me come.”
Matthew did not stop, though, instead using his hand to move my mouth the way he wanted. He was insatiable, always wanting to explore the limits of our bodies and minds. I loved how I learned new things about myself along the way. Finally, he released my strands, allowing me to sit back on my feet. I could not help the smirk of smug satisfaction as I took in each ragged rise and fall of his chest, knowing I was the source of his pleasure. “I am simply cleaning up the mess you were making,my king.” I wiped away a bead of moisture on the corner of my lips, meeting his gaze as I slipped my thumb into my mouth.
His eyes burned with lust, promising ruination before the night was over. But before he could flip me over on the bed and dominate my body, I gripped his cock and straddled him. I hovered above him, dragging his head through the wetness between my thighs.
Matthew slipped his hands down to my ass, kneading my skin until it was sure to turn red. He kissed me desperately, our teeth and tongues gnashing against one another in an embrace that would destroy us. “Please,” he whispered.
In one moment, Matthew had lost a game he had not known existed. I sank down slowly, relishing the way we fit together perfectly. He hissed at the contact, pulling me closer to his body.
“It looks like I made you beg instead,” I whispered against his lips, bracing my hands on his shoulders and grinding my pussy up and down his length. “I am the one in control this time.”
He smirked, the same one I had seen a million times when the roles had been reversed, and he was preparing to fuck me until I was spent. “Take your pleasure, my queen. Take it from me and make yourself come.”
Using the grip on my ass, he moved my body. My fingers dug into his shoulders and back, leaving raised red welts as proof of where I had been.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted. “Right there!” I felt myself clench around him, the orgasm I desperately sought just out of reach. He tapped my thigh, and I raised up on my knees, allowing him access as he thrust his hips and fucked me harder than before.
