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He mutters something likethank fuck, then presses forward. Entering me, stretching me open with the blunt head of his cock.
And it’s—a lot. Even after falling apart on his tongue, even after bringing myself off with my fingers every night and thinking ofhim.The prince is long and hard and thick, and the breath wheezes out of my chest as he pushes inside me, inch by impossible inch. It’s too much. My first time. I knew it would be tough, but the intrusionburns.
“Fuck. You can do it.” Alden licks a stripe up my neck, then kisses along my jaw. His hands open and close in the folds of my sweatshirt, clenching and releasing as he thrusts slowly deeper. “So good, Bea. So fucking good.”
I suck in a sharp breath, gripping his shoulders. Slide my hands up his neck, then twist my fingers in his hair.
“You can’t take it back,” I force out, my teeth chattering. Because the sting is fading, and it’s starting to feel like heaven. The most delicious crackle of friction, every time he pulses in and out, and pretty soon I’ll be too lost to say this. “You can’t do this and then be mad at me again. Please, I can’t take it.”
“I won’t.” Alden catches my lips with his own, kissing me deeply. “I won’t, sweetheart, I swear. This is it, okay? We’re done hurting each other. From now it’s just love.”
Love.
He says it so casually. Lays it out there like there’s nothing to fear, like there’s nowhere to hide from these feelings. And if he can be this brave after all the ways I hurt him, god, so can I. But…
“The press will tear us apart over this. You were engaged to my sister, Alden.”
“I don’t care.” He’s pushing deeper now, fucking me harder. Gripping my hips, the table creaking with each slow thrust. “There are a lot of things I’d give up for my country, Beatrice, but you’re not one of them. This is it for me. You’remine.”
Wow. Okay.
I hitch my ankles behind his back, coaxing him closer, and his cock is so thick inside me. Every new inch steals my breath.
“I’m yours.” Sparks skitter over my skin at the thought. I bite my lip hard. “I belong to you.”
Alden groans, and then he’s fucking me properly. Pounding me against the surface of the table, his forehead dropping onto my shoulder. And it’s messy and loud and my blood is boiling, my belly tight. He fucks me like he owns me. Like he’ll never, ever let me go.
A hand slides up the front of my body, and then he’s gripping my throat. Not squeezing, just holding, but it’s so possessive, sodominant, so uncivilized and raw that I can’t help it. I grind my teeth, screw my eyes shut, and fall apart with a moan.
My muscles twitch.
My pussy clamps down on his cock.
My thighs tighten on the prince, instinctively forcing him closer, until he grits out my name and stills, buried deep, emptying inside me with a desperate groan.
He’s not royal or refined. In this moment, he’s nothing like the genteel prince the people know and love. He’s primal and brutal andmine.
Sticky fluid drips between my legs. His hand still grips my throat.
“So fucking perfect,” Alden says between heavy breaths, and you know what?
I agree.
Alden
Three years later
I meet my wife in the palace library. It’s been a long week of royal engagements: hosting dignitaries and meeting with advisors, posing for photos and visiting schools. We’re used to our duties, but still, every second with Bea is precious. So sometimes, I take matters into my own hands.
Sometimes, like today, I set up a private meeting, just for the two of us, and leave strict instructions that we are not to be disturbed.
“The library, huh?” Bea’s voice floats through the empty room, her footsteps soft against the floorboards, and already I’m flushing hot under my clothes. “Feeling nostalgic?”
I want her. Fuck, I want her, and the pulsing need only gets worse when she rounds a bookcase and finds me in her favorite reading nook.
Because my princess is a walking wet dream.
Her dark waves are pinned half up, the rest cascading over her shoulders. Her golden brown skin glows in the late afternoon sunshine, and her pale blue dress whispers around her thighs as she walks.
