The Stolen Princess (Fated Royals 1)

The night was cold and the winter frosts were again upon us as Bors placed another log on the roaring fire, and joined me in our bed. It had always been the tradition for princesses and their consorts to have separate bedrooms, but he and I wouldn’t hear of it. We would always rather be together than otherwise, no matter if we were sleeping or awake.

His body on top of mine warmed me like nothing else could. I ran my fingertips down his shoulder and biceps, then down his chest and rippling stomach muscles. I raised myself up slightly on my elbow and nibbled his ear. “It’s time for you to put another baby in me, Sir.”

“That time again, is it?” He asked. He teased me with his cock at my opening, only just dipping into my wetness, caging me in with his massive arms on either side of my body. “Think you’ve earned it?”

I dragged my tongue down his throat and cradled his heavy balls in my hands. He gave me the special groan that he always did when I touched him there—the groan that told me, though I was curvy and soft, he was entirely outmatched by my strength and charms.

“I’m at your mercy. You fucking know it,” he whispered, and pressed his cock into me.

As he entered me, he kissed me with lusty dark fury that made me forget myself. “Mine,” he growled as he drove into me.

His.

Always.

Forever.