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"It's beautiful," she says.

"You're beautiful," I tell her.

She glances at me and I press my thumb on her clit. A moan escapes her lips and I trap it in my mouth. I don't stop until I make her mine again. Until I claim her under the stars, under the shadow of my home planet.

Is it terrible that I don't want this interlude to end? Do I have to go back to politics, meetings, and royal duties? Can't I just stay here with her, fucking and kissing and hugging until the end of time?

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Lottie

Thundar might have abducted me, but I feel like a terrible person.

There was that moment in the bath, when he was holding me like I was the most precious thing he’d ever laid eyes on, and I should have been reveling in it. Instead, all I could think about was how he thinks I’m Princess Alexandra.

I almost told him the truth. Almost. But then he distracted me with the finger fucking and then Aysgoth came into view, and well… I blame it on the aphrodisiacs.

Yeah, let’s go with that.

Still. I need to tell him. It’s only fair.

Over the past five days, Thundar’s revealed himself to be more than an entitled, barbarian prince. He cares about his people. He wants to create change and make life better for the less fortunate on his planet. In many ways, he actually reminds me of Alexandra herself.

And as much as I’m loyal to the crown princess, I think… I’m afraid that my loyalties might be shifting. As Alexandra’s personal assistant, my influence on policy will always be limited, even when she ascends to the throne. But as queen of Aysgoth, there’s no telling how much impact I can make. I could help Thundar transform Aysgarthian society. I could help him usher in a new era for his people.

And I can stay at his side.

Because against all odds, against any measure of common sense, I think I’m falling in love with him.

Gosh, only a few days ago my biggest concern was sticking to my boss’s schedule and which red wine I was going to indulge in after a long, stressful day, and now…

Now, I’m dreaming of being royalty myself and changing lives.

This is probably the craziest thing that has happened since Thundar abducted me. It’s not being stolen from my life on Earth, or escaping from my captor. It’s the idea of me being someone more than just a girl from East London who strives for a better life. For a better future.

Have I gone mad? Is there something else in the food other than aphrodisiacs? Am I really about to be queen and more importantly do I really have no problem with that?

After our interlude officially ended, Fiotrix and her team brought me to the bathing chambers again for another pampering session. Then I was given this set of “clothes” that are basically a triangle bikini top and a thong. After five days of complete nudity, I almost feel overdressed.

Thundar gave me an official tour of his ship and introduced me to his second-in-command, Hailar, again. And apparently, the little stowaway dog that Thundar has named Thing made a new friend.

Sitting on the bed in Thundar’s royal quarters, I give Thing scratches behind the ear. Hailmak, the little bluish-green animal with big ears and even bigger eyes, wiggles his way between us, sticking his head under my hand instead. Thing growls at him, but Mak just growls back.

“Okay, okay, there are plenty of scratches to go around. No need to fight.”

The doors to the quarters whoosh open and Thundar struts in, wearing nothing more than his loincloth. My heart skips a beat at the sight of him.

We’ve done nothing but fuck for five days straight, and I’ve licked every single inch of that big, blue body. Even if I wasn’t falling for him, I don’t think I’d be able to give up regular access to that cock, that tongue, those hands.

Fuck, even now, I’m getting wet just by looking at him.

Thundar smiles, sly and seductive, like he can smell my arousal. The fabric of his loincloth lifts as he grows hard underneath.

I push Thing and Mak away from me and welcome Thundar into my arms instead. He settles comfortably between my thighs, like a puzzle piece slotting into place. It’s hard to believe it’s only been days. I don’t remember what it’s like not to have him here, in my arms, braced above me, destroying me with a kiss.

“Won’t be long now,” he says, dragging his lips down my neck, teasing my collarbone with his tongue. “Escort ships have been sent to accompany us down to the planet.”

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