at me. It wrapped around my wrist, and the slight jolt of pain made my already hardening dick get even more alert. I lifted my head to stare in her eyes. “Layne, did you just vine me?”
She sighed. “I did. I’m surprised I could still do it with the dampener. Maybe I have more control than I thought. Did you like it?”
“I fucking did. Don’t push yourself too hard, Princess.”
She shot out another vine and wrapped it around my upper thigh. “Why don’t you worry about yourself, hmm?” she teased before reaching up to nip at my bottom lip. Fucking hell, I loved her like this. Warm. Strong. Independent. Needy.
I lowered to pepper kisses along her stomach and smiled when she squirmed. I loved the taste of her creamy skin. I loved the moans escaping her mouth. I loved that I was the one wringing pleasure from her body with my tongue and hot breath.
“I’m going to taste you now, Princess,” I promised while sinking lower. And lower. I ran my flat tongue along her slit, coaxing a loud whimper from her lips. “So sweet.”
“Oh gods,” she cried out.
I worked that pleasure-filled little nub with my tongue, groaning against her cunt as she grinded against my face. I had to wrap my hands around her thighs to pin her down and keep her from crushing me with her shaky legs. She came hard and fast. There was no warning, either. I swallowed her pleasure like it was a fucking drug.
And then I was flipped on my back with an oomph.
“What the fuck?”
“No talking,” she replied before more vines shot out, binding my wrists together. She tied me to the headboard while moving to sit on my lap. It was such a strange feeling, to be so completely at her mercy. I was used to being the one in control. I never let go.
“Your pleasure is mine, assassin,” she purred before sinking onto my hard cock. My entire body trembled, and I jerked at the intense pleasure. She squeezed me tightly, milking bliss from my cock with every up and down movement.
Our gazes were locked. She sunk her teeth into her bottom lip while fucking me hard.
“You’re mine,” she promised. The vines around my wrists tightened. Her body clenched around mine. Lightning struck outside. The barrier on her power was barely holding her back. But I knew she could handle it. She could handle anything life gave her. She was my little Druid Princess. My everything.
“You’re mine,” I whispered back tenderly. She slowed for a brief moment to lean over and kiss me. Long, slow, our tongues danced with lingering swipes. She broke the kiss and started riding me again.
“I love you, assassin,” she rasped.
“I love you, too.”
Faster and faster she went until there was nothing left. We both met the crest of that tantric climb and fell apart together. Our moans filled the castle, and the sky applauded our union with thunder and lightning.
She was mine.
The princess was absolutely mine.
Epilogue
Six years later
“What about the name Emma?” I asked while looking down at the beautiful baby in my arms. She had light green hair, long lashes, and plump cheeks. She’d been sleeping peacefully the last hour, but she’d want to eat soon.
“I like that name,” Cypress said from his spot by the door. He’d been standing there since the moment our daughter was born. He hovered over the shifter attendant that delivered our baby, and no one touched her without his permission. I had no doubt that nothing or no one would ever harm a hair on our daughter’s head.
“Do you want to hold her?” I asked.
“Shouldn’t I watch the door? What if someone tries to—”
I cut my husband off. “You and I both know that my parents enlisted the entire royal guard to watch over this baby. I’ve never seen this place so heavily guarded. I think you can step away for a moment.” My parents and I had definitely mended our relationship. We weren’t the typical family, but we learned to find a sense of normalcy. They were excited to be grandparents, and I knew they would love our daughter unconditionally.
He let out a sigh. I wondered if he was more scared of the world hurting our daughter, or him. He was an incredible husband. So thoughtful and kind. I felt safest in his arms. Neither of us were raised in a loving home, but I had faith that we would raise our children with love and compassion.
“Are you sure? Do you need anything?” he asked while shuffling on his feet. It was actually pretty adorable to see such a steady man unsure on his feet.
“I’m positive,” I replied with an encouraging smile. “Come hold your daughter, Cypress. I’m a badass Druid Princess, remember? I can hold down the fort.”
He took steps toward me like he was sneaking up on a sleeping giant. Every step, his eyes got wider. And when he was close enough, I gently handed him our newborn and nodded. “Wow, she’s so light,” he replied with a thick swallow. “So fragile.”
“She’ll be strong like her parents,” I whispered. Seeing him hold our daughter was the most beautiful sight in the world.
“She will,” Cypress replied in a reverent tone. He moved cautiously over to the rocking chair and slowly lowered himself to the seat. He was practically holding his breath.
“You’re so good with her,” I said, emotion clogging up my throat.
“Do you want to hear the story of how I met your mommy?” Cypress cooed while checking to make sure Emma’s little feet were covered with the blanket. “Once upon a time, there was a princess locked away in a high tower...”
I listened to his words as he spoke to our child, my eyes growing heavy with exhaustion with every word. I couldn’t think of a time I was happier. This moment right here was possibly the happiest day of my life. I had my husband. My child. And my kingdom.
And most of all, I was free.