Page 119 of Royally Drawn

Finally, I pulled back and looked at him.

“I want happiness. I deserve happiness. If you can promise more of that than what we’ve been through, I will give you a chance.”

“I love you, Ingrid. I’d give you everything—a house, kids, fifteen dogs, a thousand horses.”

I snickered. “A thousand horses? Really. That’s too much. Even for me.”

“I don’t care. Whatever brings you happiness. I am sorry I suggested you were simple for wanting any of it.”

“But doyouwant it? Or are you just trying to make me happy? Because making me happy won’t solve your problems if you aren’t.”

“Youmake me happy. I wantusagain. I want to wake up with you next to me, sketching something. I want to lounge in bed with you all day and follow you wherever you want. Ingrid, it’s you. It’s just you. Only you.”

“You still owe me almost a million I-love-yous,” I said.

“I will make up for it in earnest if you’d let me.”

I brushed his cheek, realising I wasn’t the only one who’d shed a tear. Keir pulled me into a kiss, running his fingers through my hair. My lips parted. Our tongues tangled, both of us hungry to quench this burning feeling. I had never wanted anything more than the security of knowing he was mine—forever—and that he wanted me to be happy. It was everything

He pressed me back against the bed and then stopped.

“I don’t want to do this right now,” Keir said. “Not while we’re both exhausted. Not before you have time to think it through and?—”

“Keir, I want this,” I said. “If you’re too tired, that’s fine, but… I’m not. I have thought it through, and this is all I want.”

All I Ever Wanted

KEIR

“This is all I want,” Ingrid said.

I lingered over her, debating my next move. She was so warm, sweet, and tender. We’d gone from sparring at worst to tolerating one another at best, then back to this place where she was safe and secure in my arms. She looked up at me like I was the only person left on the planet who mattered. And, in my eyes, that was true.

“I don’t want it to be a grave disappointment,” I said. “I’m fucking knackered, Ingrid.”

“Oh, it won’t be. And if it is, then we’ll have to keep trying.” She bit her lip. “Unless you don’t want to?”

“I’m not the type to give up that easily,” I said.

I slid my hand down to her breasts as I kissed her neck. She felt exactly as I remembered. I’d missed the way her hips curved towards me and how she panted every time I barely even stroked her nipple. I could have blown on it, and she would have reacted the same.

She pushed me back slightly. “I’m… I need to get naked.”

“Yeah, I think you do,” I laughed. “I won’t stop you.”

We both disrobed, now lying naked and wrapped up together. I decided I’d do anything to make her happy—or happiest. I kissed downIngrid’s body to her pussy. I parted her legs and pulled her towards me. Throwing her legs over my shoulders, I dug in, licking her wet, ready clit.

Ingrid arched her back and let out a long, low moan.

“Good girl,” I said.

“I’m going to be loud. I can’t control it.”

I stopped and looked up, rubbing her clit with my fingers.

“Remember when you recorded yourself getting off and sent it to me?”

“Yes,” Ingrid said. “As I recall, I was drunk, horny, and in Ireland.”

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