Page 93 of The Broken Prince

“As are all relationships.”

“Even with Grandpa?” I asked, asking about a man I’d never met.

“As he was my husband and my king, it was even more complicated.”

I considered my words carefully. “Aurelias said he would return to his lands when the war is over.”

“Why?”

“I—I don’t know. That’s just what he’s decided. He has a whole life there. Brothers. Sisters. His father. I suppose I understand because I’m not sure I could live far away from my family.”

“But for a man to pledge his sword to you is a substantial commitment.”

“I know.”

She regarded me, looking down at me slightly because she had my father’s regal bearing, despite being shorter than him…or my father had her regal bearing. There was a knowing twinkle in her eye, a magic that only a grandmother could possess. “A man either fights for loyalty or love—and he has no loyalty to the Kingdoms.”

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He opened the door, his eyes intense like he already knew it was me before he looked.

I walked inside the humble cottage. A fire was in the hearth, probably for light rather than warmth, and there was a large bed against the wall with a bathroom in a separate room. It was meant for a single person—so it was a perfect fit for him. “We don’t have electricity here.”

“I noticed.” He’d already ditched his uniform and armor, wearing nothing but his lounge trousers, his powerful chest bare despite the frigid cold that was constant and unbearable.

I preferred the heat of Delacroix, the sunshine through cloudless skies, the smell of jasmine in the breeze. I’d always hated coming here as a child because there wasn’t as much to do, but now I appreciated it as a respite from the heat.

“How are things?” He sat on the couch at the foot of the bed, his chiseled body highlighted by the glow from the fire, beautiful skin stretched tight over thick muscles.

“I haven’t seen my father.”

He stared into the flames.

I took the seat beside him. “Or my mother.”

“I understand his frustration.”

“I miss our lives before…when everything was easy.”

His eyes remained on the fire. “It makes you appreciate better times.”

“But I know when peace returns, I’ll miss this time even more.”

He turned his head to regard me, his intense gaze capturing mine.

My hand went to his shoulder, my fingers tracing the powerful muscles of his arm, all the different segments. His skin was warm to the touch, warmed by the fire directly in front of us. I watched my finger trace his beautiful body, and my mouth went dry at the touch of him, like this was our first night together rather than however many times it was. The thrills he gave me set my skin on fire, made my thighs shake from the tremors of his touch.

My eyes dropped to his crotch, seeing the perfect outline of his rock-hard dick. It wasn’t there a second ago, and all it took was a simple touch to make him stiff. Or maybe the sight of me was enough, just the way the sight of him was enough for me.

“Get over here.” His hand slid into my hair as he pulled me to his lips, kissing me with a searing passion that made my body warm. He guided me to him, putting me in his lap as he pulled my sweater over my head. My bra was unclasped in quick succession, and then his lips were on my tits, kissing my small boobs like they were the nicest tits he’d ever seen. His big hands were on my body, in my hair, everywhere.

He pulled my leggings over my ass, and to get them fully off my body he guided me onto my back in the corner of the couch, standing up to remove my boots before he got them all the way off. I was in the same position as the first time we’d had sex, and the memory of that made me ache harder than I ever had.

He dropped his bottoms, letting that big-ass dick come free.

I remembered the way he’d gone down on me in my bedroom, when I didn’t even have to ask, and his mouth was infinitely better than my fingers.

He moved to his knees on the floor then scooped my ass and thighs in his big arms, cradling me before his hard mouth pressed into my most tender place. As if he knew exactly what I wanted, he gave it to me, the heat of the fire keeping me warm as he made my body twitch and writhe.

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