We left the King’s Highway and wound our way through the countryside, taking side roads and forest trails. But it was impossible to avoid people completely, and the closer we got to the castle, the more I worried that someone with more than a passing interest would spot Sara and ask questions.
I clicked my tongue twice for her attention, and she turned to face me. I ordered my stallion to hold and came up alongside her. She wore a simple gray cloak with the hood drawn up over her head to cover that beautiful hair, but it wasn’t enough. Pretending to adjust her bridle, I bent low between us and told her softly, “We need to cover your face.”
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 lot 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.
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 tried hard to resist her, but each night I failed. I made love to her as my possession but also as 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. 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. This was more than dangerous.
We didn’t speak of it, both of us knowing what we were doing could be the end of us and maybe that was exactly the point. All I knew, deep in my core, the battle between who she was to the world and who she was to me could never find balance.
But for now, I lived in my fantasy as dangerous as it may be.
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. 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, one after another.
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. 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.