Page 18 of His Perfect Princess

Suddenly I didn’t want to wait. I sprang to my feet and began to unbutton my shirt. “Get on the bed, Clarissa.”

I loved the way she always seemed to melt when I gave her a command, and this was no different. A delicious little shiver went down her body and I saw her nipples harden.

Oh, dinnae fash, pretties. I’ll get to ye soon enough.

She hurried to obey while I fumbled to pull off my trousers. By the time I made it into the bedchamber—our bedchamber—she was already lying on the bed.

Touching herself.

Her fingers were stroking her clit through the small patch of curls she kept trimmed for me, as I’d ordered. The sight made my thighs weak, made my arse clench, made my cock jump—to see her spread out like that on the blue bedspread, ready for me, so eager she couldn’t wait.

That was when I decided to quit teasing, and give us both what we wanted.

When I reached the bed her smile was hazy from desire, and I didn’t give her time to think about anything else.

I grabbed her ankles and pulled her towards the edge of the bed. I knew this was the perfect height. Had ensured it, sending the specifications to the furniture makers. From here I’d be able to take her virginity and watch it happen.

I bent her knees, placed her heels on the edge of the mattress, and moved to stand between her legs. From here my cock rested on top of her curls, and she stroked the tip as she circled her nub.

She stared up at me silently, trustingly, and that realization made me grin.

“I’m going to fook you now, wife.”

“Yes, sir,” she said promptly.

“I’m going to push my big, thick cock into yer dripping cunny.”

She smiled. “Yes, sir.”

“And when I take yer virginity, I’m going to make you come so hard ye scream my name.”

She only nodded this time, like she’d gone breathless.

I took my cock in my hand, stroking it a few times as I moved into position. “And while I’m doing that, I want ye to keep playing with yerself.”

“Yes, sir,” she answered in a whisper, already wriggling in anticipation.

The Falconer and the Oyster. Page sixty-three. I wondered if she recognized it.

I settled myself at the opening of her pussy. As the warmth enveloped me, I shivered with need. This was what I’d been waiting for my whole life. I met her beautiful violet gaze and held it as I pushed myself into her.

She whimpered and wriggled, but held my gaze until I was fully embedded in her.

Her pussy—even with how wet she was—was so damn tight I thought I would come right then. But I forced myself to halt, to watch her eyes, to let her take the lead here.

I wanted her to use my body for pleasure.

I saw the moment she realized that and decided to take over. She bit her lip and flicked her clit, then began to roll her hips slightly. The movement caused a gasp to burst out of her, but her eyes opened wide in wonder, and I grinned.

This was going to be good.

Soon she was moaning as she rolled her hips and caused her slick core to slide over my cock, again and again. I was sweating with the need to fook her senseless, but I forced myself to hold still while she slowly fooked me.

It was glorious, a wedding night I’d never forget.

I pressed the heel of my hand over her mound, rubbing against the bud of her pleasure, and she switched her touches to those glorious nipples.

The sight of her writhing on my cock almost sent me over the edge, but I shifted my attention to the embroidery on the dark blue pillows, and tried not to think how goddamn erotic she looked.

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