She was all I thought about, all I wanted. And I made it my mission to convince her to be mine, to make her see that we were meant to be together. But even though I’d thought I’d have a fight on my hands with her, trying to make her see she belonged with me, I’d seen her desire in her gaze. She stared at me, not able to hide her pleasure, her need for me. It was then that I knew she’d give in, that she’d cave and say she was mine.
Maybe it would take her time to love me, but for Willow I had all of the time in the world.
I pulled back, wanting to kiss her for long hours, to just say fuck it and do it anyway, but I knew this was all new to her. I didn’t want her to be uncomfortable and with the pink staining her cheeks I could see that she was unsure of everything.
The music still played softly, the people silent as they waited for my next move. But my next move was standing here staring at my new bride, at the woman that I’d already fallen head over heels for.
I took her hand in mine and turned toward the guests. They stood and showed their pleasure from the ceremony with smiles and clapping hands. I led my wife down the aisle and up a set of stairs. Then we were standing on a balcony, staring down at the crowd gathered below.
The cheers were deafening and I turned and looked at Willow. She faced me, her head tipped back and her eyes wide.
“What now?” she asked softly, and even though the roar of our people below was maddening, she’s all I heard.
“Now we start out lives together, My Queen.” And then I kissed her in front of everyone, making it known, officially, that she mine.
Chapter 4
Willow
The wedding night
He didn’t say anything, just leaned down and captured my mouth with his. A gasp left me at the feel of his powerful kiss, of his strong lips on mine, stroking, taking what he wanted.
And he was definitely taking what he wanted.
His kiss was hard, demanding. When his hands landed on each side of my face, tilting my head to the side, controlling me so that I was helpless against him, I let myself melt even further against him. I gave myself over completely. I didn’t care about anything at this moment except letting King Victor have me. He was the one with the power, with the control.
Victor was every kind of bad for me, ruthless and powerful, influential and my king. But at this moment all I could think about was how his mouth on mine was doing wicked things to my body, making me feel lost, submissive.
He pushed me back and pressed his chest against mine, sandwiching me against the wall. Victor grabbed my hips, his big hands making me feel small, petite and feminine. He slid his hands down my hips toward my back, and over the base of my spine. Then he cupped my ass. For a second he just held the globes, but then he let out this low groan against my mouth, curled his fingers against my flesh and had me needy for more.
He was forceful with his actions and I assumed this was how he always was, how he got what he wanted. Victor stroked his tongue along mine, took possession of me in ways I never imagined. I was so wet, my panties soaked clean through from my arousal.
And then he was moving his hands down to grip my skirt, the material rising up my legs. The wedding “dress” I wore was made up of two sections. The skirt and train were encrusted with jewels, emeralds and sapphires that sparkled under the lighting. The top was lace with the same jewel detailing along the bust line. It was heavy, expensive. It didn’t feel like something I would ever see myself wearing.
But I was no longer the flower shop keeper. I was the queen.
I didn’t stop him, didn’t even want to. I wanted to be naked, to give myself over fully to him.
He groaned hard against my mouth, his long, thick, and huge cock digging into my belly. It was like something snapped in him, something making this controlled man break and become an animal. He was moaning, his actions more frantic, feral. He couldn’t control himself with me and I loved it, needed it.
“You like my hands on you, don’t you?” I couldn’t answer, couldn’t even think straight. “Tell me. Tell me all the dirty fucking things you want me to do to you.”
I found myself nodding because I couldn’t answer, couldn’t form words.
“Tell me. Admit that you want this, Willow. Admit you want your king to break in this little virgin pussy, pop your pretty little cherry and make you mine.”