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She nods, her eyes wide. I settle down on a chair in the middle of the stage and grip Ella’s thong in my hand. It’s like a life raft anchoring me to her in the chaotic sea of strippers that are about to accost me with their scents. I take another deep inhale, letting the scent settle into my body.
Then I gear up for what’s about to go down. I should be used to it by now, but every time I can’t help thinking that Ella has truly driven me mad if it’s come to this. It’s mad love, for sure.
The first stripper approaches me, turning around and bending over, arching her back so her ass is shoved right in my face. Gritting my teeth and hoping against hope, I breathe out through my mouth, then lean forward and take a long, slow, deep inhalation.
I sit back with a sigh. “Not her. Next.”
The next one changes things up a bit, facing me as she lifts her leg and hooks her red six-inch heel on the back of my chair, shoving her crotch right in my face.
Fucking hell. I catch Travers looking at me with that same horrified expression he’s worn for two days, and I grimace as I lean forward, again drawing in a fucking huge breath through my nose.
I immediately wave her away, jerking back. “Next.”
The strippers parade by, each one taking their turn to shove their crotches in my face, letting me catch their scent just long enough to know.
And not a fucking one of them has that sweet, sexy aroma that my Ella has.
I rake my fingers through my hair, more than a little disheartened. Fuck, who am I kidding? I’m fucking devastated. That’s all of them here. And this is the last club in the kingdom.
“Is that all your girls?” I demand, not willing to believe that I’ve searched the entire kingdom, smelling every thong, and none of them have been her.
The woman looks at me and nods, eyes wide. “That’s all.”
“Go check again,” I command, but I know it’s useless.
She disappears behind the curtain, and I sink back in my chair. I have no idea where to go from here. Dejected, I lift Ella’s thong to my nose again and close my eyes, wondering if this is all I have left of her.
Hands settle on my shoulders as a soft breath trails across my neck, causing a shiver to go through me. Then the sweetest voice whispers in my ear.
“If you keep holding that thong, how am I supposed to rub my crotch in your face? I might have to break your arms. It’ll be like face-fucking the Venus de Milo.”
25
Ella
Only Derek would do something so insane as line up strippers and sniff their thongs to find me. I mean, sure some girls would think that’s weird. Some people might even think it's gross. But I love that Derek would do anything to find me. I love that Derek finds my pussy’s natural musk so intoxicating that he used it to find me.
I may not be a real princess or anything, but I do have a real Prince Charming that puts the “charm” in that. My eyes actually start to water when he turns to face me. Our gazes meet and the emotion wells up within me.
“I’ll need to sniff your thong, Ella,” Derek says, but he can’t hold back his grin. I mean, he gave away the whole part where he believes it's me already when he said my name like he loved me more than anything in the world. And damn that feels good because I love him more than anything in the world, too.
“I see that you were,” I say, pointing to the souvenir from our first night together. “Have you really been carrying that around?” I know he has before he even answers. The idea that he’s kept a memento in his pocket, a memory of me, it touches me in a way that’s about to make my lower lip tremble if I don’t chill out.
“I have, Ella … and it isn’t like I wouldn’t know the scent of your delicious pussy anywhere, but after the different looks I’ve seen, I needed to know I’d found you.” Several of the women in the club are crossing their arms and watching this, as if I have perfectly wronged them. I’m so awash with happiness that I can’t even be bothered to glare at them or point some resting bitch face at them. No, I just keep this almost silly grin spread over my face because he’s mine. Derek Van Windsor, Crown Prince of St. Albans, loves me and searched his kingdom for me. “I didn’t know if you even wanted to see me, so of course I had to wrangle up every stripper I could in the whole kingdom until I found the woman I’m going to marry.” Derek licks his lips and gives me the most achingly handsome, passionate look I’ve ever seen. At once he’s charming, and he’s pleading. He’s laying it all out there, as if I don’t want him just as much as he clearly wants me. “If you’ll have me.”
For a moment I can’t breathe, I’m so fucking excited. I run toward him, as short a distance as it is, and wrap my arms around him. I can’t stand the idea of him waiting a second longer to have an answer but I have to touch him.
He pulls at my waist and I wrap my legs around him, too.
“Of course I’ll have you. In true Della tradition, I say that I have you in the VIP room,” I say. I watch his eyebrows knit. “Or would you prefer our couple name be Elerek? I mean that sounds awful to me, Della works at least…” I stop babbling because Derek is already carting me off toward the VIP room and the need for babbling long since passes when you can get 12 inches of Prince piped right inside you. Who needs to talk over that?
My heart is so light, so happy now that I have to make a joke. I mean, there’s a certain absurdity to the situation I just can’t leave alone. I think the way Derek is so over the top is really one of the best things about him. I’ll never have to question what matters to him again because he practically has a sign around his neck. “Most men can’t get away with proposing like that so soon after they were sniffing the crotches of other women.” Okay, so I still have some tease left in me and like he’s earned this by sniffing the panties of every stripper in the kingdom.
But I’m also yanking off my clothes like I have a personal vendetta against them or something because I need to be bared skin against Derek’s mouth, his body, his cock. I crave him more than I’ve ever needed anything in my life. Even the few seconds it takes to pull off my clothes is maddening.
“Well, I’m not most men at all.” Derek laughs, tearing off his own clothes. Watching him unwrap my package – those eight-pack abs, those defined muscles in his thighs, his firm pecs, and of course that magical, massive, monster cock? Damn, my mouth is watering at the sight of him.
We both get completely naked as quickly as we can. We don’t have time to waste! There’s already been too much time apart, and we both know it, so we run toward each other. When we meet, we’re a wet mess of kissing and fondling each other, a tangled mess of lips and hands and hips, all pressing together, desperate to connect. Our bodies are moving with a desperation like we were lost at sea. In a way, it was exactly like that, having tides pull us apart and being unsure of how to find each other or what direction we were even going in. I never want to be lost like that again. I’ve found everything I desire in loving Derek, and I won’t ever let anything come between us again.
