“I’ve always planned to marry you. Been planning it for years. I just wanted to give you time. I didn’t know you wanted me in the same way. I was trying to make you fall in love with me. Make this place so perfect for you that you’d never want to leave. Never want to leave me.”

“You don’t say,” I tease, glancing around the baby room. He had done that and so much more. It was the very reason I debated marrying his brother, just so I could stay. “Why did you let me think you were looking for a wife?”

“I never did that,” he growls at me.

“When did you start growling so much?” I try to imitate his voice, but it doesn’t come out right. He barks out a laugh and shakes his head.

“Since you ran and scared the shit out of me.”

“I kinda like it. I should have growled at you when talk of wives came up.”

“I never brought it up. You did! And I always told you I wasn’t interested in them.” He moves my hips, rubbing me against him as if the thought of another woman is irritating him.

I think back to all those times and try to remember. It was always either me or his mom who would bring it up.

I lick my lips. “So all those dinners and events you had to go to - ” I fiddle with the buttons on his dress shirt. “You never messed with any of the girls? I know your mom was trying to set you up with some of them…”

“My mother only tried to set me up once, and it didn’t end well, to say the least.”

I raise my eyebrows in question, not sure if I want to hear this story.

“I told her she was standing too close to me and that her perfume was giving me a headache,” he admits, cringing.

I laugh, thinking how uncomfortable that must have been. “What did she do?”

“Stomped off or something. I don’t recall. I stopped paying attention.”

“You always pay attention.”

“You just think that because when you’re in the room, all my attention is on you,” he says, lifting me up off the dresser and carrying me from the room. I’m starting to like the way he picks me up all the time.

He drops me on his bed, and my skirt rides up.

“I thought I told you about this skirt.”

“You know I never do what you tell me.”

“Hmm. I see.” He unbuttons his shirt and drops it on the floor. “Maybe we’ll have to revisit that spanking thing.”

He lunges for me, and I scream as I try to jump away. But he’s quicker than me and has me pinned under him. There’s a moment when our laughter quiets and our smiles fade away, and then something else takes hold.

It’s a deep desire we’ve both been holding back, and suddenly there’s nothing standing in the way of it.

Chapter Six

Carlos

“Make love to me, Carlos,” she says, and the depth of love in her eyes is so bright and clear.

“I love you, Heavenly. I love you with all my heart, and I’ve waited years for you. I’ve dreamed of the day you would say that to me.”

There is so much need in her body that I can feel her moving against me to find some sort of release.

“But I’ve waited this long, so we’re going to wait a little longer before I take you as mine. I’m not strong enough to let you go, but I will honor your innocence and keep with tradition.”

I place a finger on her lips as she tries to speak.

“The wedding is being planned for three days from now. On your twenty - first birthday, when you come of age by royal law, I will make you mine for the kingdom to see. There is nothing that will change that.”

“Why do we have to wait?” she asks, pushing my hand away. There’s frustration in her voice, and she moves her hands down my naked chest.

“Because I said so. And in this world I am your king.” Her nails dig into the muscles on my stomach, and I smile. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t pleasure my princess. I only said that I would keep your innocence intact.”

“Always so loyal,” she teases, but she has no idea how much she tempts me to break such customs. I have done that a few times before for her, things she doesn’t know about, but I want to give her this. Honor her this way. Show her that I will always try to do what is best for her.

Her hands pause, and I snag her wrists, holding them on either side of her. There’s a spark of desire that flashes, and I kiss her lips softly.

“Let me taste you before I leave you for the night.”

“You’re not sleeping in here with me?”

I move my lips to her ear and whisper my deepest desire. “I’m going to eat your cunt, Princess. And when I do, it belongs to me.” I let go of one of her wrists and run my hand down her stomach and over her panty-covered mound. I cup her and feel the wetness she’s made for me. “This is owned by your king now. I expect her to submit.”

I slip my hands under the waist of her panties and to the place where she’s slick with desire. I lick the shell of her ear and keep my lips there as I whisper to her what I’m going to do.

“Right now I’m going to feel how tight you are.” I push just the tip of my finger inside her wetness, and she moans at the sensation. She’s moving against my hand and trying to get more as I press the heel of my hand against her clit. “Sweet Princess, you’ve been a good girl. I can feel what you’ve saved for me.”

She moans under me, and I kiss her neck. I keep rubbing against her clit as I feel the edges of her cherry inside her pussy.