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My mouth hung open as Adriana stepped into the holy lights, shining through the stained-glass windows of the cathedral. Her dress was as elegant as any royal bride I had ever seen, with its modest fitted top, large layered gown, and sweeping train. Her face was shrouded by a thin veil that flowed down over her and ended at her chin. The small glimmering tiara sitting atop her boundless, cascading curls sparkled in the light. She was an absolute vision in white. Oddly enough, nervousness ran through my stomach, as if she were an angel floating toward me.
Immediately, I stood up straight and fashioned a smile on my face, realizing my sentimentality was getting the best of me. However, as she moved forward, escorted by my Godfather, the Duke of Silesia, I couldn’t help but think that this was still her day, regardless of how fake it may be. With the shimmering décor, and the endless rows of adoring noble subjects, pressing their eyes toward our commitment to one another, I decided to let loose a bit and allow myself to be immersed in the lie, even if only for one day. I would treat her as my true bride, and even if it does not affect our state of existence, it will definitely affect the way the press views our nuptials.
The service was long and daunting, but I couldn’t help but notice how Adriana kept her eyes on mine and her hands relaxed at her sides. Her demeanor immediately calmed me, and I went through the ceremony with ease, bowing when I should, kneeling when I should, and finishing our vows with a sweet and tender kiss. As we pulled away from each other, Adriana smiled, the romance of the moment catching me off guard. I grabbed her hand and turned her toward the audience, raising it high in the air and smiling as big as I could muster. It was done. I was married. The rest of the event should be a breeze, and I would get to see how Adriana handled meeting so many people of importance.
After about a million pictures and time with my mother, we made our way around the Great Hall, speaking with dignitaries and introducing Adriana to the heads of state. I watched as she curtsied with grace and spoke with an air of charm just subtle enough that everyone she met fell in love with her instantly. She was even more than I expected out of fake bride, and I smiled and shook my head, impressed.
We approached Brat and his sister, Zlata, and I pressed my hand against the small of Adriana’s back and watched as she chatted briefly with Brat. Zlata stood staring at my bride, waves of jealousy flowing around her. She looked at me and smiled.
“Congratulations,” she said sternly. “Who knew you would settle down, and with a school teacher no less? It’s charming.”
I grinned, without looking at Zlata, and stepped forward to listen to Brat talk with Adriana about the event and the nobles in the room. I could tell Brat had been won over instantly. As I leaned in to whisper to Adriana, he winked at me with pride. It took a lot to impress Brat, and his reassurance took away any fear I had at the moment.
“Dance with me,” I cooed. I grabbed her hand and pulled her out onto the dance floor.
She laughed wildly as I spun her around, showing her every royal dance, step by step. It was as if we were all alone in the castle, just enjoying each other’s company. I wasn’t sure what had changed. Maybe the stress of binding her into a contract had been lifted, or the enchantment of the evening had finally set in. Whatever it was, I felt myself relax and give in to the moment.
The chandeliers sparkled overhead, lit with hundreds of candles, and the ambiance of the room was beyond expectation. My mother nodded to me approvingly from her table, and I smiled as if there was a true contentment within me.
As the reception began to wear down, I pulled Adriana close and danced to one last slow song of the evening. The lights sparkled in her eyes, and I could tell that she, too, had gotten lost in the grandeur of the night.
I could see her smitten look, and I decided that tonight she would be treated like a real bride. I grabbed her hand and stepped back slowly, pressing my finger to my lips. We backed out of the large doors and went running down the halls toward my wing of the castle. Our laughter echoed through the empty halls, as if we were teenagers hiding from our parents. We slowed as we reached the doors. I flung them open and turned to Adriana.
I saw a flash of shyness cross her beautiful face, and I stepped forward, picking her up and turning toward the room. Over the threshold, we stepped, and she giggled playfully in my arms. As I set her down, the guards closed the doors behind us, and we were instantly alone. She reached up and pulled at my bow tie, which was unraveled and hanging around my neck. She turned and pulled her hair away, signaling for me to pull down her zipper.
I unclasped the top and slowly opened her dress, holding her hand as she stepped out of the billowing gown. She stood in the light of the fire burning in my fire place, covered in the tiny threads of the white negligée she had put on before dressing for the events.
I stepped forward and pulled her close, tipping her chin toward me and pressing my lips hard against hers. I felt her body relax as I held her in my arms. The passion of the night swept us away in that one moment. Her breath began to pick up as I ran my hand up her side and over her perked breasts. I stood back up, pulled away from her lips, and grabbed her wrist. I led her through the great room and into my bedroom, where white rose petals had been sprinkled over the floor and across the bed. The suite had been prepared for our wedding night, and I was glad to see it reflected the same tone as the rest of the day.
Adriana’s eyes glimmered in the firelight. She reached up, pulled the pins from her hair, and let it fall, cascading over her shoulders. She sat down on the bed and pushed backward, flashing me just the edge of her white lace panties. Immediately, I could feel my cock begin to swell.
I undressed slowly, allowing the tension to build between us. Slowly, I climbed up on to the bed, crawling forward until I lingered on top of her body. I fell slightly to my side, intertwining our legs and running my hand up the cool satin of her lingerie. My mouth fell to her neck, and she tipped her head back. I tasted her skin with the tip of my tongue. My hand moved down, pulling up her satin skirt and pushing down into her panties. She was wet and hot, and I could hear her muffled moans as I ran my fingers through her wetness.
She reached her head up and pressed her mouth hard against mine. I swirled my fingers around her clit, pushing two fingers inside and pulling back out before circling them around for another round. I wanted to taste her, and I wanted her to taste me, to feel my cock pushed down her throat. But I wanted this night to be about her, so I held back the urge.
I sunk down, lifted up her skirt, and ran my tongue down her stomach. She wiggled underneath me, and I hooked my fingers in her panties and pulled them from her body, tossing them to the side. God, she was so sexy. As I lowered my head into her juicy wet mound, I reached up and kneaded her breasts, listening to her growing moans. Slowly and sensually, I lapped at her pulsing clit, feeling her body begin to tense. She reached down and pulled on my hair. I looked up at her beautiful face.
“I want to make you come,” I whispered.
She let go and fell backward, spreading her legs open even further. I grabbed her thighs and pushed them outward as my aggression increased. I rubbed my lips across her mound. Over and over again, I massaged her clit, nibbling slightly before sucking it deep and hard. Her back arched, and her moans turned to screams. I could feel her erupt in my arms, and I tasted her juices as they flowed from her body. I didn’t stop. She grabbed onto the bed, letting the orgasm wash over her body. My tongue flitted across her pussy, and I reached down to stroke my rock-hard cock, readying myself to fill her fully.
Her muscles began to relax, and I pulled my face away and began to move my body upward. I rubbed the head of my dick against her wetness, but didn’t push it in just yet. I hovered over her face. She began to grind her hips against my shaft, begging with her body for more. I pressed my mouth against hers, this time with lust and need, letting my tongue explore her taste.
I groaned as she moved her hips hard and fast. Though it was sensual, I fou
nd myself challenged to give her as many orgasms as her body could handle. I reached down and lifted my shaft upwards, laying it down between her lips and letting her rub her nub against it. She moaned in extreme pleasure. I wanted to push into her, hard and fast, but the thought of making her come from just the feeling of me against her was so arousing, I couldn’t help myself.
I lowered my hips against her and began to match her movements, feeling her wetness surrounding my shaft. I had every intention of bringing her to orgasm with the motion of my hips, but she had other ideas. She shifted her hips and reached down, grabbing my dick and shoving it inside of her.
I groaned, and my lips curled up into a mischievous smile. Her forwardness turned me on like crazy, along with her ability to take control when I was least expecting it. I grabbed her hips and turned over on my back. Adriana straddled me and pulled her negligee from her body, revealing herself to me. She began to ride me slowly.
At first, she pressed her hands against her thighs and swirled her hips wildly over me, feeling my body rub against hers. Then, showing she wasn’t ready to give in just yet, she leaned back, reached between my legs, and massaged my balls. I helped control the movement of her body with my hands.
I ran my fingers up between her breasts. They bounced around with each movement, hypnotizing me. She moaned loudly, her head back and her eyes shut. I reached forward, taking her right hand and placing her fingers on her clit. I pulled my arms behind my head and flexed my pelvis, pushing in deeper and enjoying the sight of her pleasuring herself while pressing down hard, as if she couldn’t get enough of my cock.
The sight alone was almost enough to send me over the edge, but I took in a deep breath and steadied my thoughts. Tonight was not a race to the finish. It was a slow, steady crawl. And while she rubbed her nipples and caressed her breasts, bouncing up and down on my dick, I could tell she didn’t want this to end any sooner than I did.
Under the flickering lights of the fire, our erotic shadows danced across the ceiling. I settled in, ready to take Adriana beyond any pleasure she had ever experienced.
