Page 51 of Eliza's Cursed Dragon

“That’s it, that’s it,” Edward hummed against my most sensitive spots, pulling himself up higher on me. His lips devoured mine, and I tasted myself on them as wave after wave of bliss still moved through me.

His hard cock teased my entrance, then he lifted my hips to allow his thick shaft to enter me. Spreading me in a breathtaking thrust as another cry escaped me and I came again.

It was a night of sheer passion and pleasure. We made love, took a bath, ate, napped for an hour here and there, only to awaken to another urge to have sex again. We just couldn’t get enough of one another and I had a feeling it would be many years—maybe never—before we ever would.

I loved this man with every fiber of my being and I knew he loved me too. I had found what every princess was born to find, my own, very happily ever after.

Eliza

Epilogue

Two days later we traveled to Fable Forest. As if by magic, carriages awaited us at the entrance and we parked our vehicles by the side of the road.

It had taken some convincing, but many of Edward’s family, all of his friends, and his dad accompanied us. The anticipation of seeing my father for the first time in six years made me fidget inside the carriage until Edward took my hand and squeezed it.

“Easy, my love. I’m here with you. Every step of the way.”

Four of my brothers—Caspian, William, Andrew, and Harold—sat with us, taking turns holding Garret and Jasper, while the others were divided into more carriages, along with all of Edward’s friends and family. Except Gerald, who also rode with us, curiously staring out at the trees.

“I’ve never ridden in a horse carriage before,” he admitted. “It has some charm. We should probably consider having a few of those in Swan—”

“Dad,” Edward interrupted him with a chuckle.

“Right, no business today,” Gerald conceded, but his expression made him a liar. His brain was working overtime when he took in some of the areas we passed by.

From small villages to sprawling castles in the distance. Here and there a witch flew by on a broom, or a dragon. We even saw a bear tear through the underbrush.

“Are those…”

“Seven dwarfs,” Edward finished Gerald’s sentence.

“Do you know all these fairy tales?” Gerald asked me.

“They’re not fairy tales to us, they’re our lives,” I corrected him gently.

Fascinated, he stared at a gingerbread house and a girl with a red mantle. Gerald’s eyes shone with a light I had never seen in him before.

“This truly is marvelous,” he said awed, before he chuckled self-deprecatingly. “I feel like a kid again.”

“That’s the idea,” Edward said.

We were rolling up a hill and I sat a little bit straighter. “We’re almost there.”

Caspian looked just as expectant and for the umpteenth time I studied his familiar yet so vastly different features. The last time I had seen him he had been twenty. Now he was twenty-six and looked so much more like a man than before. His hair had turned from blond to black and white like mine, like all of ours, and it also took some getting used to.

The inside of the carriage fell silent as we first entered the small town surrounding our castle and then rolled up the cobblestone street that led straight toward the large portcullis-protected entrance.

“Halt! Who goes there?” a guard challenged.

“It is I, Prince Caspian, heir to King Julius!” my brother stuck his head through the carriage’s window and replied, falling back to his haughty voice, the one I hadn’t heard in a long time.

“Prince Caspian!” the guard exclaimed, walking around the carriage and staring at him. “By God, it is you! And Princess Eliza! Call the king, the heirs are back!”

Only minutes later we entered the courtyard, one carriage after another rolling up behind the other—people emerging, my siblings expectant, the wedding guests curious.

Edward helped me out. For this occasion I had chosen and ordered a traditional princess dress in amethyst, with crinoline and long gloves that almost reached up to my armpits.

“Eliza!” a familiar voice called out. I turned and watched my father run down the stairs in a very unkingly fashion. “My children!”

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