The Stolen Princess (Fated Royals 1)

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. I wish you could mark me all over.”

I took one of her hands in mine and held it back against the blanket, next to her face. Then with my other hand, I slid down through her wet pussy and gently rubbed the flesh just in front of her puckered ass entrance, listening to her purr as I teased her sensitive flesh.

I pressed forward, penetrating her with my finger first. We’d fucked so much that her pussy lips were swollen, even now. Made me so fucking proud to know that I’d done that to her. And that I was about to make them swell even more.

She gripped one of my thighs as I fingered her, always keeping my thumb on her clit. I leaned down and sucked hard on the side of her neck, where she was most sensitive, giving her plenty of tongue. It never mattered if we’d had a long, hot day of riding or if she were freshly bathed—she always tasted so fucking sweet. Always.

Once her pussy was warm, soaked, and ready, I drew her knees up and pushed them slightly to one side in order to give me maximum access to the deepest parts of her body. With her knees bent against my chest, I slid my cock inside her, right where I belonged.

“You always feel so fucking good,” I growled as I entered her. “So tight, so wet, so fucking perfect.”

She laughed a little and nibbled my ear. She still had blackberry juice on her lips. Double-sweet. “You feel perfect too,” she said, her breath catching a little as I hit her cervix.

I fucked her as slowly as I could, savoring every withdrawal and entry as if it would be the last, knowing that very well it might. I let her legs come down on either side of me, grabbing her ass, one cheek in each hand, and tucked my head beside her. I felt her pussy tighten as she began to hold her breath. She was getting close.

“Breathe,” I whispered. “Relax. Let it come.”

She embraced me tighter and I could tell she was about to cry. I knew why; of course I did. But fuck me. If she started to cry, I’d start to cry. And I couldn’t let her see me break.

“Everything is fine,” I told her. “I’ve got you. I will always have you.”

She let go then, surrendering completely. Her orgasm started deep inside and I felt her clench my cock with long, intense, rippling waves of pleasure.

As she came, I came with her, thrusting my hips one final time so that I ejaculated deep inside her, right at the opening of her womb. Filling her with my baby was my obsession and my only aim. My baby inside her was the only way I could see for me to bind myself to her, for good. But I also knew if I got her pregnant, it might be the death of me.

The risk was worth it. No fucking doubt about that.

The moment we had so long dreaded was on us. In a slow descent, the castle drawbridge lowered and the iron portcullis went up. On the battlements of each tower, the King’s archers were ready with arrows drawn.

“Who goes there?” One of the guards called out.

I took a deep breath and steeled myself. “Bors, of clan Mackay. I have a visitor for King Rowan.”

Reaching out for Sara’s hand, I clasped it hard in mine. She turned to me. “I don’t want to let go,” she said. Her eyes were damp with tears and her grip tightened with all her strength. “I’m afraid I’ll never see you again.”

I didn’t want to let go either—not now, not ever. I fought every impulse I had to scoop her up in my arms and make a run for it. I imagined us across the sea, somewhere warm and remote, somewhere that we could make a life just for the two of us—fuck the kingdom, fuck the king. But now that word had spread that she was alive, I knew it was a fool’s game to keep her hidden. We would never be able to stop running if we started now. “Remember what I said, about a life on the run.”

“I know,” she said, sounding unconvinced. “But I would run with you. Anywhere, everywhere. Until my dying day.”

Fuck, my aching heart. But running would be a hard and exhausting life, and one day we would be found out. I loved her too much to let that be her fate.