Page 18 of Learning to Rule

“You’re beautiful, Elodie. I could worship your body all day.”

“I love the sound of that, but I think it’s my turn now.” I push Dalton lightly on his chest, and he falls onto his back, the blanket around him falling away. I bring myself up and straddle over his body. Taking my own swipe of cream, I swirl it around his already hard cock with my finger before leaning over to lick off the delicious milky goodness. I repeat the process, but this time, I slide my mouth up and down Dalton’s shaft, teasing and tantalizing him while he lets out low groans of pleasure.

“You have to stop, or I’m going to come in no time at all.” Dalton pushes me away. “I need to be inside you when I do. I want to feel the warmth of you constricting me.”

I sit up and reach for a partially melted marshmallow and pop it in my mouth.

“Well then, Prince Dalton, I’m all yours.” I laugh and settle back down in among the blankets. Dalton pushes up on his strong forearms and covers my body with his. I feel the hard tip of his erection at the center of my core and gasp with pained pleasure as he thrusts into me in one long stroke.

I pull my legs up and wrap them around Dalton, pulling him farther inside me so he can’t move away.

“This is how we should stay forever.” I press a kiss to his lips, and he chuckles into mine.

“That would probably cause a pretty dramatic scene during formal engagements.”

“Well, at least it would give your father something to really moan about.”

“Knowing him, he’d probably enjoy it.”

Dalton rolls his eyes.

The pressure inside me builds, and I pull my hips back, urging Dalton to move. I loosen my grip on him, and he withdraws from me to the tip before thrusting back in.

The warmth of the fire cocoons me in its tendrils as Dalton continues to thrust deep inside me, and I lose myself in the sensations flooding my body.

We move together as one for what seems like an eternity—I worship every moment.

Eventually, the pleasure in my body becomes completely overwhelming, and an orgasm cascades through my body like a gushing waterfall. I shudder with ecstasy as Dalton buries himself one final time inside me and roars his own release, and I welcome every last drop.

I’m left satisfied in the knowledge that whatever the king of Janastria can throw at me, as long as I have this with Dalton, I’ll survive. I’ve never had anyone worship me like Dalton does. He’s the reason I’ll be able to cope with anything.

Ten

Dalton

“Hinchbootie,” I summon my personal secretary with a flick of my hand. “Is this a mistake?” I’m currently confined in a stiff and uncomfortable penguin suit, looking down at the table plans laid out in front of me for the banquet this evening. “Why is Elodie all the way over there?”

I point toward the far corner of the room where Elodie is to be pretty much hidden away during the banquet.

“I’m afraid it isn’t a mistake, Your Highness. I did bring it up with His Majesty, but apparently Miss Nash is seated based on her rank, as is everyone else in the room.”

“Rank!” I exclaim, loudly. A couple of the staff in the room drop the cutlery they are neatly placing on the tables. “She’s the partner of the future king—she needs to be at the top table with me.”

“She is your partner, Your Highness.” Hinchbootie starts to use his hands as he speaks, and I know I’ve got a lesson coming. It’s one of his ways of placating me when I lose my temper. “But, it needs to be remembered that the partner of a royal personage does not have a rank, only a wife is officially recognized.”

I hold my middle finger up to silence him. At the same time, I start to pace, trying to temper down my anger.

“Don’t, just don’t.”

“Sir, may I speak freely.”

“Can I stop you?” I reply, pausing for a moment to look at him.

“Well, technically you can…”

“But I’m not going to be able to.”

“It’s another test, sir. Your father is showing Miss Nash the lack of respect she deserves in his eyes. I actually think her positioning is good, though. May I?” Hinchbootie motions for me to follow him.

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