Stealing Beauty (Possessing Beauty Book 2) - Page 16

“Do me the honor…”

My thumb rolled over her clit, my fingers curling inside. She was close, and I knew it.

“I—” she gasped, the climax about to break over her.

“Of marrying me, and being my queen?”

My thumb rubbed her clit hard, my fingers curled deep.

And she erupted.

“Yes!” she gasped, throwing her head back and arching her back off the bed as I demanded the orgasm from her body. She thrashed, her cries filling the room and her slick juices coating my hand before she finally collapsed. She came down, opening her eye to see me grinning like the cat who’d caught the canary.

“So that’s a yes?”

“That’s a yes,” she breathed.

“I’ll speak to your father tomorrow morning.”

She grinned at me.

“We’re— we’re really doing this?”

“Yes we are,” I growled. “And I won’t take no for answer from him.”

“You’re coming back in the morning?”

I grinned, leaning down to kiss her, my cock hardening against her thigh.

“Coming back? No, Princess,” I growled. “I won’t be leaving.”

Her eyes went wide. “But— you can’t just stay—”

“Oh yes I can,” I growled lowly, loving the way her face lit up when I said it. “Besides, I have so much more to teach you before our wedding.”

She bit her lip, nodding eagerly. “Yes please,” she whispered. “What comes next?”

“Next?”

I grinned.

“Next I need your to get on your knees, and open that pretty mouth.”

She moaned, fingers tightening on my skin as she leaned up and pressed her lips to mine.

“Yes, my prince.”

I groaned loudly.

Epilogue

Imogen

The door had barely slammed shut behind us when I attacked him. My husband groaned as I threw myself into him, arms and legs wrapping around him as my mouth hungrily sought his lips.

Hands cupped my ass tightly, making me moan into his lips as he pulled me tight against his body. He whirled, stalking across the big, stone-walled room towards the huge, canopied bed.

Our wedding bed, where my king was about to claim me as his own.

It’d played out exactly as he’d said it would. He’d spent the night with me the evening of the ball, and true to his word, there was a lot he had to show me. He showed me how to cum harder than I’d ever cum before, screaming his name as his tongue and his fingers drove me to places I’d never been before. He showed me how to wrap my lips around his huge cock, and how to run my tongue over every inch of him until his sweet, sticky cum filled my small mouth.

We’d come so close to giving in that night — so close to just saying screw it and letting him claim me then. Hell, I’d even asked him — begged him, even — multiple times. But my prince held fast, swearing he wouldn’t until we were wed. Instead, he’d teased me, letting the head of his cock brush over my clit again and again and I’d cum screaming his name as he pumped hot jets of his seed against my pussy.

Somehow, we’d slept a little that night. And the next morning, wearing the very suit he’d been in the night before, Prince Magnus strode through the halls of my father’s castle and politely asked for an audience.

My dad wasn’t exactly happy to see my suitor still in his freaking castle come the morning. And at first, things had looked not very good, until Magnus had sworn on his crown and titles that he hadn’t touched my innocence — that he’d only spent the night “getting to know the princess who would be his queen.”

…I mean, it wasn’t technically a lie, after all.

And after a long talk, and a long stroll together through the gardens, my father and Magnus returned, smiles on both of their faces.

Surprisingly, my father said yes. Magnus later whispered to me that he’d have stolen me away no matter what the answer was, but family was important to him.

The second surprise of the day came an hour later, when Prince Logan arrived at the palace also seeking audience. I’d whirled to my sister, my eyes wide as the dark Prince of Torsund — the beast who now looked so much more like the golden prince he’d once been — took a knee by my father’s throne and asked for Isla’s hand in marriage.

Actually, those weren’t the only surprises that morning, but then, those might be stories for another time.

We were married a week and a day after, the day after Isla and Logan’s wedding, and it was everything I could have ever imagined and more. We’d tumbled into the limousine after, attacking each other with hands and mouths as the door shut and the car drove off towards Magnus’s summer palace by the shore, where we’d be spending our honeymoon.

He’d forbidden me to wear panties under my wedding dress — something that had kept me blushing and half on-edge the whole ceremony. But in the back of that limo, it certainly came in handy. My white dress around my waist, Magnus made me cum twice against his mouth before I’d forcibly pushed him away. Half tearing his pants off, I’d inhaled as much of my husband’s gorgeous, big dick as I could while his fingers drove me to another earth-shattering orgasm.

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