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As we were no longer welcome at the palace, the royals had the deluge of gifts rerouted to the cottage. I’m almost too embarrassed to lay hands on the envelopes and boxes containing money, expensive jewelry, and vacation vouchers. But some of the gifts touch my heart. Stationary made from handmade paper, wood-carved pens with our names and the date burned into them. A set of hand-forged flatware and kitchen knives. Another local blacksmith sent over a set of handmade household tools.
“Looks like I’ll be learning to fix things on my own,” Torben jokes.
“I’ll have your honey-do list ready shortly.”
The best gifts of all, of course, come from the children of Gravenland. Sketches, watercolors, homemade cards. Several schoolteachers have sent commemorative crafts from their classrooms. How did they get all this done so soon after the announcement? Teachers, man.
“What happened?” Torben asks when he gets a look at my watery eyes.
I shove the box of messy, glittery Christmas ornaments made by preschoolers at him. “This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me,” I sniffle.
“That’s it. We’re not spending our honeymoon sobbing our brains out,” Torben grumbles, taking the box of ornaments and carefully setting them in a closet.
I go from weeping to laughing as Torben picks me up and tosses me onto the bed. He unfastens the laces at the front of my dress with his sure, calculating fingers. He doesn’t bother undressing me completely but shoves the fabric down, making a pleased noise when he sees I’m not wearing a bra.
Won’t he be happier to learn I’m not wearing panties. Or, as they sometimes call them here, knickers.
When my husband settles his broad, delicious body between my thighs, I feel his rigid cock jut against my heat.
He takes one nipple into his mouth. His other hand’s thumb and middle finger roll the opposite nipple into a tight peak.
And just like that, I’m wet. “Take me like you did the first time,” I blurt.
He hitches up my skirts and cups my bare pussy. His eyes are dazed at hungry.
“My filthy wife was waiting for me to move on her,” he rumbles.
I bite my lip. “About time.”
Torben notches the tip in as our eyes connect. I’m pinned under him, my legs hitched around his waist.
He moves into me firmly, and I’m so wet I take all of him without a hitch, without so much as a gasp. And still, I gasp at the explosion of electricity that skitters across my skin.
“My princess. Mine. All mine.” He repeats these words like a benediction with every thrust as he drives his thick cock deeply and firmly.
The moment is utter bliss except for one thing. I’ll never literally be the princess he meant me to be.
I bite back the emotion this thought dredges up. No unwelcome thought is going to ruin this moment.
I won’t let it.
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Torben
My angel, my princess, my Hailey is all mine.
Finally, nothing can come between us.
I’ve never felt so free. And so bloody hungry for her.
Her body welcomes me so sweetly. Much like our first time, I do not last long.
I would eagerly worship her for days. And I intend to do that later tonight, tomorrow, and the next day. My hands, mouth, soul, and long explore everything about her.
To my shame, I finish before tending to her orgasm, so I reach down between our bodies while still sheathed inside her.
And to my astonishment, her eyes leak.
