I feel like I am his.
My fingers wrap around his cock, stroking him gently before I lift my ass ever so slightly and ease him inside of me.
I say ease, but it’s more of an inch-by-inch inhale and exhale, as I let my body fill with pleasure. The waves of desire rush over me, and I rest my hands on his solid chest, peering into his eyes.
“Garrick, you feel so good in me.” I gently rock my hips, and his hands cover my large breasts. With him plucking at my nipples, I lean over, letting my breasts fall into his face, and he suckles them softly, causing tingles of pleasure to wash over me.
I move slightly, my pussy throbbing in delight as his cock thrusts in and out of me, nice and slow. I run my fingers through his hair, tugging at the ends slightly, teasingly. My mouth crashes against his.
He kisses me deeply, hard. He kisses me the way a man who loves a woman kisses. He kisses me the way a prince kisses his princess.
“Don’t stop, Princess. Keep riding me like that.”
He knows I will.
After he told me he met with his parents, and offered me the castle, I knew without a moment’s hesitation that that would never work.
I wanted adventure, not a stuffy ball dress and dancing the waltz. I wanted a life with Garrick, not a life that he resented.
So instead of settling down, we decided to start seeing the world on our honeymoon, because we quickly realized that we had never seen anything. I’d lived my life in Elexia and he’d stuck to northern territories. There’s so much we can see, that we can explore, together.
And so we committed to six months where we would do just that.
The added bonus? I told the king and queen we were officially not using birth control, and that I had every intention of getting knocked up during the first six months of our marriage.
All they’ve been after is an heir, and I swore to do my damnedest to get them one.
The idea of being filled with Garrick’s child makes me ache with desire, and I rock harder against my husband’s rod.
Garrick compromised with his father about his job.
Compromise, my new favorite word.
After our honeymoon, he’ll be the royal ambassador, meaning he’ll get to travel and represent the country of Alpinweiss. I’ll accompany him, obviously.
I’ll get to travel; he’ll be doing his duty as a family member.
In the meantime, we can design our dream house. A new wing to the castle. Because while the Historic Village is important to his country, it’s clear that living down the hall from his parents would cause Garrick to feel like he was always living in someone else’s shadow.
“In our new house,” I tell him, “we must have a sex room.”
“A sex room?” Garrick cocks an eye at me as I rise up again, my ass in the air as I ride him.
“Yeah, I’m thinking a swing, a few whips, handcuffs?”
“See, I knew my princess wanted an adventure.”
“I saw the Fifty Shades Darker trailer. Call me inspired,” I say, laughing, moving up and down on him.
“Didn’t I say you were trouble?” he asks, wrapping his hands around my ass as I come, riding him hard.
He comes, filling me with his seed. My mouth finds his again and I kiss him, letting my tongue entwine with his.
I am so completely happy. And full.
My cell phone rings—which is so jarring, considering we’re in the middle of nowhere.
I roll off my husband, and dig around in my bag for my cellphone. I rip off the selfie-stick that’s still attached.
Shockingly, Garrick agreed to pose for a handful of selfies on our honeymoon. He always seemed like such a jerk, but the truth was he just needed a woman to soften his rough edges.
I answer the call.
“Iris?” my younger sister Dahlia asks.
“What is it?” I ask, lowering myself to the ground as Garrick wraps his arms around me.
I’m so shocked to hear my little sister’s voice. She should be halfway to the altar by now. Not calling me.
“I need your help. There’s a snowstorm, and I haven’t met the Prince and I’m stuck here with his bodyguard ... and, Iris ... I’m screwed.”
“Screwed like I was when I didn’t want to be living in a one room cabin, or like actual trouble?”
“Actually screwed. I’ve fallen in love. Hard.”
“How is that a problem?”
“I told you, Iris. I haven’t met the Prince—the man I’m supposed to marry. I’m in love with someone else.”
Before I can say any more, the call ends in a static buzz. She did say there was a snowstorm. I press call, but her phone just rings and rings.
“Everything okay?” Garrick asks.
“No. My sister needs help getting to the altar.” I look at the dead call and try the number again. Straight to her answering machine.