The Stolen Princess (Fated Royals 1)

Sara, though, didn’t come down at all. I heard her voice inside, and even a brief moment of laughter between her and Angelica, but she never came out to see me. I had no right to be disappointed, either—it was my idea that I stay outside, and she was doing as she was told. But fuck how I wanted her to do what she was told in bed, with my cock in her mouth and those green eyes looking up at me like I was her fucking king.

I imagined her lying in bed one floor above. I treasured knowing where she was and that she was safe and warm. How I fucking wished I could be in that bed beside her.

No trouble came, but I remained vigilant. As the moon rose, I settled down on the porch floor with a blanket and a sack of barley under my head for a pillow. I’d made do with less comfort while on watch for more years than I could count.

My thoughts were full of worries for Sara’s future and safety. Never had I felt such a sense of purpose. I remembered those ancient stories of knights at court, who promised their honor and valor to a single forbidden woman who could never return their love and devotion. It always seemed fucking crazy to me in the past. But no more.

Though the night was cool and quiet, I knew there was no chance I’d sleep. Still, I closed my eyes for a brief moment, and as I did I heard the front door creak open.

My lids sprung wide, and in the dim light I expected to see Angelica checking on me once more. But there, in the warm flickers of the low fire inside, was Sara.

Goddamn it, she was heaven’s own version of beautiful. She wore what must have been one of Angelica’s nightdresses, and it hugged her tits and ass in a way that made me instantly hard. Her waist was narrow, her hips generous, full, and soft. Her tits nearly spilled out from an embroidered, low neckline, the gauzy fabric giving me a tantalizing glimpse of dark nipples beneath.

“I don’t like that you’re out here,” she said.

I raised up on my elbow to get a better look at her, my mouth dry as I allowed my gaze to drift along the silhouette of her thighs beneath the light material. “You’re not getting rid of me.”

“I mean, I don’t like that you’re out here. Please, come inside. Please come to bed.” She extended her hand and knelt down to offer it to me. “With me, Bors.”

My willpower was shot. From the instant I’d laid eyes on her, I had been denying my most basic needs. The battle that raged inside me had been fucking relentless; I was strong, but I wasn’t made of iron. I needed to know her, from the fucking inside out.

And I needed it now.

She shut the bedroom door behind us, and I led her over to the bed. The room was almost pitch dark, but somehow the moonlight found her, casting an eerie glow over her pale skin. “Are you afraid?” I asked.

“No,” she said, too quickly to be believable, her voice trembling.

I slid my hand down her hips, making her squirm against my touch, and cupped her ass cheek hard in my palm. “You fucking should be.”

Her emerald green eyes surrounded by dark lashes caught the moonlight and sparkled. “Take me. I want to know what it feels like to be taken. By you…”

My cock throbbed with need for her, and I pressed it hard against her hip. “You won’t be able to stop me once I start. Tell me you understand that.”

“I do.”

“Say it.”

Her breath was jagged and fearful. “I understand that you won’t be able to stop once you start.”

I cupped her pussy and she gasped, rising onto her tiptoes, her eyes wide. She was already fucking soaked; I could feel it right through her night dress.

“But once I ruin you, I promise I will put you back together, Sara. I will break you to make you whole.” I took her face in my hands and kissed her deeply and slowly, exploring her mouth and getting lost in her moans and sighs. It intoxicated me to know that no other man had done any of these things. Her virgin lips, her virgin moans, her virgin pussy—all of it was fucking mine.

I slid my fingers up from her pussy, and took her nipple through the fabric, gripping it between my thumb and forefinger. “I will never hurt you more than you need to be hurt. Ever. You have my word,” I told her, and gave her tit a solid pinch.

“Ow…” She wriggled against the pain, her eyes fluttering shut and her lips parting slightly in an ‘oh’. Her body responded and I knew in that instant that I was the luckiest motherfucker in the world.