Stolen (Royally Hot 1)

With a quick nod, she let her hood drop and then drew her shawl up, wrapping her face so that only her eyes were visible, then drew her hood up once again.

It was a start, but it wasn’t enough. Those beautiful emerald eyes would be the ruin of us both—given the chance, there were a shitload of men who would take her for ransom or reward, and kill me in the bargain.

“Eyes down. No eye contact with anyone except me from here on.”

She lowered her lids so that her onyx lashes kissed her cheeks. “Like this?”

“Like that,” I answered, then tied her mount to mine and took the lead.

Bors

We took four days to make the entire journey. I could’ve done it in less than three, riding alone. But those days with her weren’t nearly enough to satisfy me, not even close. The longer we spent together, the greedier I got for a lifetime by her side. Each moment with her was more valuable than a thousand-weight of gold.

Each night I made love to her as my possession and my princess.

Sometimes we went slowly. Sometimes we were frenzied and bestial. I fucked her until my cock and balls ached and then I made love to her until the break of dawn.

I taught her to take me in her mouth and to stroke me with her hands, on her knees before me or the magic of her straddling my face while her mouth served my cock. But no matter how she drew my pleasure out of me, I made sure every orgasm was inside her. My seed belonged in her womb and I vowed that not a drop would ever be spilled outside the temple of her body.

Each time we fucked, I discovered new aspects of her pleasure. She came hardest when I was behind her, with my fingers on her clit and my cock deep inside her pussy. When she came that way, I’d slip the fingers of my other hand into her mouth and she’d bite down hard as she growled out her orgasm. I fucking loved to see my princess unleashed.

In taking care of her and looking after her, I found new purpose and peace. I bathed her in clear streams and warm springs. I made her safe and looked after her. I spoiled her fucking rotten with my attention.

At long last, I knew where I belonged. In those beautiful, borrowed days, I let her see more of me than I had ever shown anyone, perhaps even myself.

On our last night, I made our camp on the far side of a meadow, next to a crystal-clear pond under the overhanging catkins of a weeping willow. If I could have drawn out the next day’s ride into another week or a month, I would have. But I knew that would be impossible.

So instead, I took special care to make that final night together one that we would both remember, as if every fucking second with her wasn’t memorable enough already. Though I didn’t know what was to come the next day, I did know that things were about to change for both of us, forever. For that night, I wanted to pretend as much as we possibly could that nothing would ever change.

We made a simple dinner of fish that I caught from the pond, along with roasted potatoes that we had bought at a roadside stand we passed earlier in the day. Sara picked blackberries from wild bushes nearby, and we sat tangled up together after dinner, feeding them to each other, laughing as we played a game, taking turns closing our eyes then the other would call the blackberry some horrid item not meant to be eaten as it was popped into the other’s mouth

After the lightness and childlike manner of our game, I laid her down on her back and unfastened the buttons of her low-cut blouse, pulling my own shirt off and tossing it aside. She loosened my pants then, and I pulled them down off my ass before hiking her skirt up to reveal her magnificent pussy and a glimpse of the birthmark that had changed everything. The light was low but I could see a row of bite marks along her thigh, and I soared with the knowledge that they were mine, that I had given them to her the night before and they would remain for days.

Damn, how I loved the way my teeth marks looked on her flesh.

“I marked you,” I said, tracing the scalloped edge of the marks on her creamy thigh.

She leaned up to get a better look. She looked so fucking beautiful—her innocent face and those womanly curves.

“I love having your marks on me,” she said. “I wish you could mark me all over, erase the marks that nature gave me and we could go back to being simply Bors and Sara.”