It was time to make this princess my Queen.
12
Colette
It was dawn as we drove away from Lucian and Jessica’s palace, the sun just cresting over the hills and making the road glow ahead of us. And really, there aren’t any words in existence to describe the happiness I felt.
The windows were down, the morning air teasing over my face and making my hair blow wild and free out behind me. I’d kicked my shoes off, and I grinned as my toes played together up on the dashboard. I looked down at my fingers laced with his over the shifter as the muscle car rumbled beneath us. The sun caught the diamond that glittered there, sending sparkles across my face, and my whole heart swelled up even bigger.
…As of one hour before, I was a married woman.
I squeezed his hand, the grin bursting across my face as I looked at my husband, the man I loved. He grinned in his own quiet way, his eyes sparkling as they glanced to me and then back to the road.
We’d both been right, and we’d known it: there was no waiting anymore. Neither of us could wait for some big elaborate to-do with all the headaches and drama that came with a big royal wedding. So, we’d made our own choice and did it just the way we wanted.
The palace chaplain had been a little groggy, what with being woken in the middle of the night by his king and queen, but he’d been happy to do it all the same. And there, out on a balcony overlooking the countryside, with rose vines twisting up the walls behind us, Rourke and I were married. Our witnesses were none other than King Lucian and Queen Jessica themselves. The ring was from Lucian, and it’d been his and Rourke’s mother’s mother’s — Rourke’s maternal grandmother. And despite my husband’s original insistence that he couldn’t take it, Lucian had finally closed his hand around it and looked him in the eye.
“It’s not charity, son, it’s yours. And it should go to you to use for the woman you love. I have no sons, and I have a feeling my daughters will have no trouble procuring rings from their chosen suitors, especially after tonight. So this is mine to give to you, to put on this lovely girl’s hand.”
The ceremony had been quick, but beautiful, and just so us — Rourke in his tuxedo, but with the bowtie loosened, and me with my gown, though with my hair down and wild. Afterwards, the king and queen had embraced us like we were family, and really, I guess we were, technically. I knew both Lucian and Rourke probably had a million questions for each other, but they would come later. For now, here we were, roaring down a country road back over the border into Cordonne.
“So when do I get to ask where we’re going?” I grinned at Rourke, watching the smile creep over his face.
“My house.”
I frowned quizzically. “Wait, your house in Torsund? Isn’t that the other direct—”
“My house is Cordonne, Princess.”
I blinked. “What?”
Rourke’s smile spread across his handsome, chiseled jaw as he turned and winked at me.
“Wait and see, beautiful.”
We rounded another bend in the country road, and slowly, as I peered out the open window, some kind of familiarity washed over me. We were in Cordonne, but where exactly the heck were we going?
The Charger roared as it climbed a hill, and the suddenly, we were over it, and my eyes went wide.
“Oh my God…” I whispered, my hand moving to my mouth as my eyes went wide. Slowly, unbelievingly, I turned to my husband, shaking my head in disbelief.
“You bought this?”
“Yes,” he said quietly, turning to me. “And I bought it for us.”
The tears started to well in my eyes, and I felt his hand tighten on mine.
“This place… it’s where I used to go on summer vacation with my family, when my dad was alive. We — or, my mother — sold it when our finances got bad.”
“I know, Princess,” Rourke murmured. “And now it’s yours again.”
He’d bought it. Somehow, before he even knew me, this man had found something from my past I thought I’d lost — something that was tied to happy memories of a better time that I thought I’d never see again.
…And he’d gotten it back for me.
The car roared down the hill, and through the open gate of the old chateau on the side of Lake Cordonne. We came to a stop. I opened my door, still in shock, but as I started to step out, suddenly, there was Rourke, helping me out. I gasped as he scooped me up into his arms and then turned to stride up the front steps to the door. He opened it, kissed me slowly, and then my husband walked me across the threshold of our home.
Rourke kicked the door shut and marched us through the house, not stopping for anything, or to set me down. He strode up the stairs and down the long hallway to the master suite, and I could feel his muscles tensing and hear the low, hungry growl in his throat.
“And where might we be going?” I teased, kissing his neck as he held me so tight.
“To really make you mine,” he growled into my ear. “I’m not waiting another damn second to spread those pretty legs and feel you open up around my cock. I’m not waiting another moment to feel that perfect little pussy slide down every inch of me, and I’m not waiting any longer to watch the woman I love come for me.”
My jaw dropped as we stepped into the master bedroom. Rourke had really fixed the place up. Huge, floor-to-ceiling windows looked out over the entire lake, and in the middle of the huge, vaulted-ceilinged room stood a gorgeous, four-poster bed with soft white drapes round it.
Rourke strode right towards it.
I gasped, giggling as he tossed me down on the bed, my hair and my gown splaying out around me. Rourke grinned at me hungrily, pulling his jacket off and tossing it aside, followed quickly by his shirt. I bit my lip, my pulse racing and the desire pooling hot between my legs as I let my eyes feast on this gorgeous, hot as sin man. His muscles rippled, abs flexing and coiling as he pulled his pants off.
My heart pounded as I let my eyes trace over his gorgeous body, feeling my pulse quicken and my body respond. Heat pooled between my legs, and my nipples tingled as they hardened into little points.
“Show me, beautiful,” he growled, slowly moving onto the bed and stalking over me like a jungle cat about to claim its prey. His hand slid over my hip, teasing up my sides and making me tremble in anticipation. He walked his fingers over my breasts, moving to the ribbon ties that held my gown closed. He tugged, his eyes never leaving mine as he pulled one tie, then the next open, until slowly, my dress pulled open. He tugged it aside, revealing my bare breasts to his hungry eyes. Rourke groaned and lowered his head, and when his lips fastened over one soft pink nipple, I gasped and arched my back into him.
His hands slid down my body, peeling the dress wide, until it slipped from my belly and my hips, baring all of me to his hungry eyes and hands. He moved up to kiss my lips, growling as the kiss grew heavier and deeper, until we were both panting and grinding against each other.
His hand slid down my body, teasing over my skin until it delved between my legs. I cried out, whimpering into the kiss as his fingers slid easily through my slick, wet lips. He parted them, and when one finger teased against my eager opening, I moaned. He pushed inside, curling his finger against that sweet spot just inside and stroking me, making my whole body writhe in pleasure against him.
Rourke pulled his finger back and brought it to his mouth, and I watched, panting as he slowly licked his tongue over it, growling as he tasted my honey. He brought the finger to my lips, his eyes burning as fierce as the desire between my legs.
“Open wide, Princess,” he purred. His finger teased across my lips, and I whimpered as I opened my mouth.
“Taste how fucking sweet you are,” he growled, groaning as my lips closed around his finger. I moaned, my tongue swirling over my finger and tasting myself. I felt so dirty and naughty, but then, that’s what I loved with him — that he could make feel like both a princess and a filthy little slut, all wrapped up in one completely loved and protected package.
“This, right here,” he purred, his fingers tracing my slick pussy. “This is mine to tease. Mine to taste, and lick. This pretty, sexy little pussy is mine to spread wide and feel stretch around my cock.”
“Yours,” I gasped, mewling sounds falling from my lips as my hips rocked up against his teasing mouth in vain.
“Mine to take for the first time, and mine to fill to the brim with every drop of my cum until it dribbles down your skin.”
I whimpered, clutching at the bedsheets as his breath teased over me. His hands tightening on my thighs, spreading my legs wide for his hungry gaze.
“So fucking perfect, baby girl,” he whispered. He leaned forward, and when his hot, wet tongue dragged up my slit, I cried out.
“So fucking sweet.”
He groaned as his tongue stroked up and down my lips, teasing me and making me gasp. He pushed it deep, delving into my opening and swirling his tongue. He growled, his fingers tightening on my skin as he started to plunge his tongue in and out of my slick, dripping wet pussy. I cried out, my moans of pleasure filling the room as this rough, yet tender, dark, yet loving, gorgeous man licked and sucked and teased me higher and higher.
His mouth moved up to my clit, his lips fastening around it. He sucked gently, his tongue swirling over the aching bud as his fingers slid into my pussy. He crooked a finger inside, curling it and stroking it against my front wall as he licked my clit until my whole body was on fire. Another finger slid down to tease my ass, swirling around it and making the pleasure erupt through me. I moaned, begging him for more as he teased me more and more, until I was sure I was going to shatter under the pressure of it.
His tongue swirled faster, and harder, and when his finger slowly eased into my ass along with the one stroking in and out of my pussy, I started to fall.
“Make this pretty pussy come for me,” he groaned into my skin, licking me faster and faster. “I want your sweet fucking princess cum all over my fucking face.”
His fingers eased in deep, and when his tongue flickered back and forth across my aching clit, I shattered. I screamed, my hips bucking off the bed against his mouth as the orgasm exploded through my body. I came hard against his mouth, my screams of pleasure filling the room, and the house, and hell, probably the entire lake as he made me come so hard on his wicked tongue.
I was still panting and catching my breath — still blinking in pure bliss and pleasure — as I felt him start to kiss his way up my body. He trailed his lips over my body, back up to my neck. But I grabbed his face with my hands and crushed my lips to his, kissing him with everything I had. I could taste myself on his lips, and I moaned as my tongue found his.
I could feel him moving between my legs, spreading them wide as his rock-hard, hot, pulsing cock throbbed against my thighs. I whimpered, my hands sliding around to claw at his back as I felt him center his beautiful cock at my opening.
“I’m ready,” I gasped, arching my hips against his and feeling his thick head rub up and down my slit. “I’m ready, and I want it. I want you, so fucking much.”
“We’re still going to have to do something about that filthy mouth of yours,” he growled into my lips, kissing me hungrily as his cock throbbed against my clit. “But first, I’m going to take what I’ve been dying to take since the second I saw you.”
I whimpered, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling his ear down to my lips.
“Please fuck me, husband.”
Rourke growled, and his hips rocked forward I cried out as his thick, swollen head eased between my lips, stretching them around his crown. He pushed forward, and as his cock slowly began to ease me open, the pleasure started to flood through my body. His big, fat, beautiful cock slowly inched inside of me, stretching me so wide, and filling me like I’d never felt before. I cried out, clutching at him as he rolled his muscled hips and slowly drove his huge dick inside of my tight, untouched, dripping wet pussy.
He moved slowly, but with purpose, slowly driving every single thick, perfect inch of his cock inside of me. My mouth hung open, my brow furrowing as I clung to him and spread my legs as wide as I could, wanting to take all of him inside. Rourke’s lips found my neck, and he kissed and nibbled at the skin there as he drove more and more of his cock inside of me, until I could feel his heavy balls resting on my ass.
“And now you’re mine, Princess,” he growled into my ear, making me whimper in pleasure. “Feel my cock so deep inside of you, stretching you wide for the first time. Feel how fucking wet you are with your sweet juices dripping down my balls. Feel how deep this cock is inside of you, where it belongs, just like you belong with me.”
“I love you,” I whispered quietly, meeting his eyes. Rourke’s jaw tightened before his mouth crashed into mine, kissing me fiercely as his cock throbbed so deep inside of me.
“I love you too,” he growled back, his eyes flashing fire. “My love, my queen.”
He pulled back, making me whimper as he left just the head of is big dick inside of me. He drove his hips back into me, making me scream in ecstasy as his girth slid all the way back inside, filling me up in one stroke.
My legs opened wide and wrapped around his waist, pulling him into me as he started to slowly drive in and out. His hand slid down my arms, capturing my wrists, shoving them above my head and pinning them there. I writhed and moaned under him, his perfect cock moving faster as he drove in and out of my tight, gripping, dripping wet pussy. The filthy sounds of him fucking me filled the room, mixing with our moans and groans of pleasure.
Rourke kept my hands pinned above my head with one hand, making my body ache in pleasure at the loss of control. His other hand gripped my ass possessively, his body rippling and clenching as he drove his hips faster and faster, plunging his thick cock into me again and again as the heat rolled through me.
“Your sweet little pussy feels so fucking tight around me,” he groaned, kissing me hungrily and swallowing my moans. “So perfect, like it was made for my cock.”
“It was,” I gasped out, moaning as I arched my back against him, meeting his thrusts with my rolling hips. “You and only you,” I cried out, the pleasure exploding through me. “Just please never stop fucking me!”
Rourke roared, his cock rocking deep inside of me and making me scream as he ground against my clit. Suddenly, he rolled us over, and my gasp caught in my throat as I found myself sitting astride his grooved hips, his cock deep inside of me and his hands on my hips.
“Ride my cock, Princess,” he groaned, his hands skimming my skin. “Ride that big cock like a good girl. Take every fucking inch of me inside that tight, hot little pussy until you come all fucking over me.”
I moaned, throwing my head back and screaming in pleasure as I started to bounce up and down on his thick, perfect cock. My hands slid into my hair, losing myself in the raw heat of all of this as he rocked his hips up to drive himself deep between my legs. One hand gripped my hip tight, and the other slid up to cup my breath, rolling my nipples under his thumb as I started to ride him with everything I had.
“Fuck yourself on my cock, baby girl,” he growled, his cock pulsing so hard and hot inside. “Grind that sweet little pussy on my big dick. Make that pretty little pussy come for me. I want to feel that sweet princess cream coating my cock always. And I want to watch my princess’s face when she comes for the first time with my cock deep inside. I want to see it when your tight little cunt comes for me.”
I screamed, the pleasure rocking through me as I moved faster and faster, my hips rolling and bouncing on his huge cock as
he filled me again and again. His hands moved to my hips, holding them tight as he started to drive his cock in and out of my tight, slippery pussy. I could feel my lips gripping him so tight, like I was desperate to keep him inside as he bounced me up and down. And I could feel my clit grinding into him on every thrust. Rourke’s hand came down with a sharp spank on my ass, making me scream in pleasure, and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.
“Come for me, Princess,” he growled, his muscles rippling as his eyes blazed into mine. “Come for me now, and come for me always. Come for me, love. Come for me, wife.”
His thick cock drove deep inside of me, and his hand came down with another blazing hot spank on my ass, my clit grinding into him. I felt myself go screaming over the edge. My moans filled the room as I tossed my head back and let go, bucking my hips on his cock again and again as the climax thundered through me. Rourke roared, grabbing my hips tight and driving his cock deep inside of me as he let go. I screamed in pleasure, feeling his hot, thick cum spurting inside of me, splashing against my womb as he emptied every drop into me.
I gasped as he spun us over, pinning me to my back with my legs spread wide around his hips. Rourke kissed me hungrily, grinding deep inside of me as he swallowed my moans. He pulled out of me, stroking his cock and letting the last of his creamy white cum spurt in thick ropes across my pussy. He growled, pushing his swollen head against my skin, smearing the hot cum across my skin.
“Your pussy looks so fucking beautiful with my cum making it messy like that,” he groaned, making me whimper as he rubbed his cock over my clit and kissed me fiercely. He kept teasing my clit, stroking his still completely-hard cock before he pushed it lower.
“And I don’t think I’m done with you.”
I moaned as he filled me with one stroke, his throbbing cock sliding through his sticky cum, making it trickle out from where we joined and drip down my thighs. Wet, filthy sounds filled the room and he drove in all the way, both of us moaning as he ground against my clit. He pulled back, the stickiness of both of us clinging to his hips and his slick, glistening cock before he drove back in balls-deep.
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