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I wasn’t certain if I was ready for a child, but just the thought of him spending inside me like this made me desperate to try daily. Hourly. That cock was made to make babies, and oh Heavens, I loved it.

Still holding my hips, he thrust into me a few more times, slower each time, and I could feel myself milking him all of his delicious seed. I was proud of myself; my husband had fooked me well and truly. I was his now.

As his breathing slowed and his eyes slowly opened, I reached down to where his cock was still buried in me, and I felt the seed oozing around it, out of me.

It was the most glorious, empowering feeling, so I scooped some up on my fingertip and brought it to my lips, the way I did when he’d spent on my face.

Still holding his gaze, I stuck that fingertip—and our mingled juices—in my mouth and suckled. He groaned, then smiled in the most wicked way. He leaned forward and, in one move, pulled out of my body and scooped me up.

We both landed, laughing, on the beautiful counterpane of our bed. I wrapped my arms around his chest and laid my ear against his strong heartbeat. I could feel him relaxing in my arms, even as his seed dried on my thighs.

I placed a gentle kiss on his chest. “I love you, my prince,” I whispered against his warm skin.

His arms tightened around me. “Truly?” Rickard asked.

“How could I not?” I smiled, even though I knew he couldn’t see it. “You are the most handsome, most perfect prince in the world, and I think I fell a little bit in love with your commanding presence—the Crown Prince of Faencairn!—last year when we first met. But…” I inhaled his familiar scent. “Here, you showed me the real you, the real Rickard, and I have fallen in love with that man.”

As his fingers began to slowly fondle my back, I snuggled against him. “And truly, one of the things I love most about you is that you have shown me the real me, too. Until I met you, I didn’t know this part of me.”

“The part that desires to submit to another’s will,” he murmured against my hair. “The part that wants to make me happy, because it makes ye happy.” His hand traced my spine to reach my arse, and cup it gently. “And the part that turns ye into a desperate little hussy at the thought of my lewd commands.”

I lifted my chin off his chest, and smiled up at him. “Your desperate little hussy, my prince.”

“Good, lass.” He nodded solemnly. “Let’s go.”

Then, to my surprise, he slapped my arse. Not hard, but enough to make me jump in surprise, my eyes widening. Against my belly I felt his still-sticky cock stir, and I squirmed at the delicious realization we might be able to make love again soon.

“Go, my prince?”

He grinned down at me as he lifted us both upright. “I promised to show ye how wonderful that large bathtub can be, and I’m going to start right now, wife. Ye’re covered in my seed, and yer need, and I think it only fair I wash it all off.”

That sounded divine, so I just moaned and snuggled against him as he carried me to the bathing chamber. He sat me on a big fluffy towel on the counter, and I couldn’t help but remember the time he sat me here and showed me how talented his tongue was.

Faencairn was truly an advanced kingdom, and the royal palace had been outfitted with plumbing and electric lights within the last decade. I knew I was going to adore being surrounded by so much modern technology.

While he adjusted the temperature and pumps of the large marble-lined tub, I tentatively reached down and touched my pussy. His cum was still sticky on my skin, but my juices were everywhere too.

The lips and nub felt tender, but in a breathless sort of way, not a sore way. It was as though I had a million new nerve-endings suddenly switched on, all desperate to feel more.

I looked up and caught Rickard watching me.

Chapter 10

Rickard

Holy hell, but I loved watching her explore her body, this new sense of herself. But tonight was our wedding night, and I wanted to be the one to explore her body.

“Clarissa,” I said sternly. “Ye look like ye’re enjoying yerself.”

She blushed slightly and dropped her chin. But then those brilliant violet eyes peeked up at me through her lashes, in that look that seemed to be wired right to my cock, judging from the way it stirred.

“Yes, sir,” she whispered. “Very much so.”

“However, ye also look like a harlot, covered in all that cum. No’ at all like a crown princess.”

Instead of becoming more embarrassed, the reminder seemed to embolden her…exactly the way I knew it would. She pushed herself off the counter, and stood proudly in the middle of our marble bathroom.

“Come over here and let me clean ye off, my princess.”

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