Page 9 of Undeclared Heir

Anna sits up fully and pivots her body until her feet hit the keys of the piano. At the clang of notes, a smirk dances on her lips as she replies, “You decide.”

“Open for me.” I nudge her legs apart, causing her feet to slide across the ivory. “I want to see you again.” She gathers her dress higher around her waist, giving me the ideal view of her wet cunt. “Do you touch yourself?”

“Sometimes.” Anna bites her lip, and I want to take it between my teeth.

“Show me.” She does as I ask and slides her hand between her legs, circling her fingers around her clit. On display for me, I nearly come on the spot. “Fucking stunning.”

“It’s just a pussy, James,” she laughs, but it feels like a song tugging at my soul.

Kissing the inside of her thigh, I whisper, “It’s mine now.”

“What did you say?” Her question comes out as a whisper.

“You heard me.” With a quick nip at her flesh, I suck hard on her soft skin, making her gasp. I intend to claim every inch of her as my own by the time the night is through. Over and over again. “Enjoy touching yourself. It’ll be the last time. After today, only my cock, hand, or tongue touches you. I’m the undeclared heir to the crown. The moment we’re married, I’ll have to share you with the country. Right now, I want you all to myself… but I intend to spend every night after reminding you that you belong to me.”

I stand and pull Anna’s legs around me, my cock pressed against her slick entrance. I begin walking us to my room, but with her arms wrapped around me, I can’t wait for a bed. I need her now, aching to have her pussy around my cock. I press her against the wall and thrust deep inside her cunt, which somehow manages to constrict further around me. Silencing her strangled screams, I kiss her fiercely, unable to keep my own moans from escaping me. She’s the perfect fit, gripping my cock and refusing to let me go—I won’t last long.

I remain nestled inside her, afraid to move. I want to hold on to this feeling indefinitely. Anna rolls her hips, taking me deeper, and a growl involuntarily rumbles in my chest, making her laugh against my lips. “What do you find so humorous, my love?” While calling her love is mildly sarcastic, it’s becoming less so by the minute.

“A growl erupted from his chest as he thrusted into her milky folds,” she recites, likely from the book she continues to reference.

As much as I want to laugh, I’m simultaneously disgusted at the description. “Please never refer to your cunt as folds, especially milky ones, ever again.”

“It’s not my fault, I didn’t write it!”

I grip her hips to pull her off my cock an inch, then push back inside her, harder and faster. “It’s only a matter of time before the help begins clearing the room, but I’m not going to fill you until you come for me again.”

“I’m close,” she whimpers.

“No, you’re not.” Anna tightens around me, but I’m certain it’s not from an impending orgasm. “As good as that feels, don’t you dare try and pretend. Every release of yours belongs to me now.” I reach between us and circle her swollen clit, forcing a moan from her. “You’re mine, Anna.”

She holds on tighter, nestling her face into the crook of my neck. I kiss hers and nip at her earlobe, desperate to taste every inch of her. Continuing my punishing thrusts, her legs begin to slip and I hold her tighter. Part of me loves the idea of leaving light bruises on her thighs.

“I’m actually close. Don’t stop,” she cries out. This time, I believe her.

Worried if I change position she might lose her orgasm, I keep the same pace to ensure she’ll come for me. “Just like… Oh, fuck… James!” Her cunt clenches, pulsing around me, uncontrived, listening beautifully like the good girl she insists she isn’t. Hearing my name tumble from her lips is enough to do me in, and in four short thrusts, I come deep inside her as she takes every last drop of me.

As my future Queen, she’s expected in my bed, but I intend to keep her there for the foreseeable future.

Our breaths heavy, I kiss her roughly, as euphoria continues to wash over me. In one day, my world has been turned on its head, but one fact remains:

She’s mine.

Anna

The moment I’m secured—locked—in his bedroom, I begin pacing. I’m in over my head, and I can’t even reference the book to see what might come next. My reliance on technology will be going to be my downfall. No internet. No vibrator. I’m in hell. I thought I had the book memorised, but this story has gone off the rails. When he said I was his, I was sure it was just a sexy line, not that I’d be now trapped in a cage of a room. While my fictional fate is temporarily sealed, my greatest worry is that we’re changing the novel. I’d never forgive myself if this fever or wine-induced dream rewrote my favourite book.

No matter how good he is with his mouth.

There’s a soft knock at the door and the turning of a key, possibly freeing me from this palace prison. My face falls as a woman walks in. “Your Royal Highness, may I?—”

“I’m not married and hold no title,” I growl. Her eyes widen, and I sigh, knowing I’m being quite the cunt right now. “Please, call me Anna. I’m not married to the prince quite yet.”

“As you please, Miss Anna.”

She doesn’t look me in the eye, and it makes my stomach sour. I close the distance and tilt her chin to look at me. “Even when I’m queen—if I am queen—you are to address me as Anna.”

Offering me a small smile, she replies, “Thank you, Miss Anna.”

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