Royal Obsession (Fated Royals 3)

Fucking her would have to wait until I had her in our marriage bed, until I could take her maidenhead and savor the proof. I settled for using my fingers on her clit as well as my tongue, rolling and sucking, licking and pinching. Her second orgasm came fast on the heels of the first, even louder and wilder than she’d been before. She gripped my head with her thighs in a vise-like grip as she came, but this time obeyed my fucking laws and didn’t touch me with her hands. Not once.

“Such a good girl,” I said, as I licked her clean.

I watched her chest rise and fall by the fire light, tracing long lines up and down her thighs with my first finger and my tongue. Lying there, sated with her first two orgasms ever, I was sure she could doze right off to sleep. But until I got inside her, there wasn’t a fucking chance I could sleep, or eat, or even think. We were going to be man and wife, and we were going to do it right. And there wasn’t a chance in hell I was going to seal my claim on her on some damp cave floor in the middle of nowhere. I wanted to see her virgin blood on my silk sheets. I wanted to look into her eyes, with her head on my pillows, as I came deep in her womb.

Very gently, I slid my hands up her body. It wasn’t in my nature to be this gentle, but it was necessary. She wasn’t going to like what I said next. And I couldn’t risk her bolting from me again.

I placed my hands to hers, palm to palm, entwining my thick fingers between her fine ones.

Then I tightened my grip and said, “I’m taking you back to the castle. Tonight.”

Her eyes flared with anger and she struggled to get away. But her hips were pinned beneath my arms and I had her hands. She wasn’t going anywhere.

“No, absolutely no way,” she said, trying to squirm away from me. Even trying to land a kick or two.

Cute and all. But I was three times her size, a trained fighter, and every muscle in my body was throbbing to fill her cunt with my dick.

“You can fight me all you want. You know I’ll win.”

Even she couldn’t backtalk against the logic of brute force. She stopped squirming and stared at me, with her mouth set hard and nostrils flared.

“I will not be made to marry him. I will not.”

Drawing her toward me, I came up on my knees in front of her. I released one of her hands, and pinched her jaw in my thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look up at me.

“Easy, now,” I growled. “You’re mine. I’m yours. I’d burn this fucking kingdom down rather than give you up. If they try to get between us, I’ll murder every fucking one of them in their sleep.”

Now the fight really drained from her. In place of anger, I saw fear. Good. She damned well better be afraid of me.

Passion like this was a fucking weapon.

Chapter 10

Anika

The ride back to the castle took us the rest of the night and most of the following day, taking paths that were safer but took us on a wide route through the forest.

Each step Rosie took beneath me reminded me of my tender, newly spanked bottom. But each step also reminded me of the new and wonderful tiredness I felt all throughout my body, from the exertion of my first two orgasms.

My muscles felt like jelly, and an intoxicating warmth radiated throughout my body, starting in my thighs. Whenever the paths allowed for us to ride side-by-side, we did. I kept stealing glances at Maksim and he kept glancing at me. Gone was the irritated look I’d grown so accustomed to.

Now, he watched me with a protective, attentive care that only turned dark when I rode in a way he found a little too risky or careless.

The storm had cleared, and our way back to the castle was lit by brilliant white-blue moonlight, then the filtered sunlight of summer under the trees. The going was hard, though. Many of the main trails were blocked by mudslides, and many of the more secret trails had been rendered impassable by fallen trees and branches.

Slowly, we made our way through, sometimes doubling back, sometimes taking shortcuts through ancient swaths of forest that, I suspected, hadn’t seen horse or human for a thousand years. I liked that idea very much; the two of us, the way we were now, forging new paths across old lands. Dangerous though the paths were, I had never felt safer or happier than I did with him there, by my side, together in this new and thrilling way.