He rode me, driving deep, his thrusts fast, rhythmic, fantastic and through it all his eyes held mine, his lips a whisper away, our breaths mingling.
I swung my calves in, pressing my heels into his back to lift my h*ps and take more of him, my arm clutching his shoulders, my hand fisting in his hair. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the beauty of his eyes and didn’t want to.
“Bloody hell, you’re exquisite,” he murmured, lifting me higher, thrusting harder, driving deeper.
“Oh my God,” I whispered as his words and his pounding started my sex convulsing.
I was going to come.
“Bloody hell,” he grunted.
“Tor –”
“Give it to me, Cora.”
Oh, he was going to get it all right.
“Tor!” I cried.
“Give it to me, it’s my right,” he growled, a hand leaving my hip to fist at the back of my hair.
I gave it to him and he was right days earlier.
It was an explosion. An orgasm the power of which I’d never experienced before. There was no way to describe it. It burned through me so completely, I was laid to waste and I didn’t give that first shit that I’d be annihilated by a cl**ax.
I cried out loudly and clutched him closer with every muscle in my body, my neck arching and then my face shooting forward. I buried it in his neck and whimpered through the pleasure.
When I was done, he tugged my hair gently, my head fell back to the bed, his eyes caught mine again and he kept moving inside me, his breath rough and labored, his neck muscles straining.
I lifted my head again and kissed him, sliding my tongue in, giving him everything I had to try to return a little of what he’d just given to me.
His deep groan of cl**ax drove down my throat as his c**k drove up deep inside me.
Unbe-freaking-leivable.
He took over the kiss, gentled it as he slid in and out slowly then his lips slid down my cheek to my neck then he kissed my earlobe and buried himself deep but stopped moving inside me.
“Furthering your education, sweets, that is how a princess lets her husband f**k her,” he murmured in my ear, my warm, languid, happy body stilled under the heated weight of his and then I burst out laughing.
I felt his mouth disappear from my ear and I calmed my hilarity when I felt his hand at my face, his thumb stroking my cheek. My eyes opened to see his mouth was curved in a small, sexy, contented smile and his eyes on me were warm.
Man oh man, it was happening. All of it. Everything.
I was falling in love with a fairytale prince.
Shit.
To cover my panic, I whispered, “I like your castle.”
His small smile curved bigger. “I’m glad.”
“And I like your rooms.”
“I’m glad about that too.”
Then it came to me.
This was the now. It was my now.