Page 83 of Royally Drawn

“Bra on or off?” I asked, hand on my hip.

“Normally, I’d say leave it on because it’s sexy as hell,” Keir said. “But, tonight, I just want you. Just as you are.”

He was neatly folding his trousers as I undid the strapless bra holding me together, tossed it to the side and kicked off my knickers. When Keir turned back, I stood there, completely naked. His face showed just how much he appreciated the gesture.

“You are so beautiful. I do not deserve you,” Keir said.

He kissed me, walking me back until he pushed me on the bed. I tried to settle nicely on the pillows, but he pulled me towards him by my thighs. I watched him kiss from my lips to my thighs as if fully engrossed in my body and its every curve. Then he came back up, his cock pressed against my entrance. Our eyes locked. We just stared at one another for a moment, happy in the still, quiet moment. Then, he kissed me and thrust inside.

I moaned into his mouth, feeling pleasure and release. He continued to thrust slowly, grinding against me once he was deep inside me. Over and over, he tickled the sweetest spots within me. I grabbed his ass, pushing him impossibly deep.

“You like that?” Keir asked.

I nodded. “It feels so good. So fucking good.”

He kissed my neck, accelerating. I relished how he made my whole body feel warm and how sensitive I became in these moments. It wasn’t magic, but it felt otherworldly. I wondered if it always felt like this for everyone or if we were just good like this. I hoped it was the latter.

He brought me closer and closer, pumping harder and harder,always watching my face to see my reaction. I wanted to give over to him—to this—in a way I hadn’t before. He had all of my body many times now but never my wholeself. Hearts were fragile things, and I knew he could still break mine. But, like he said, we put up walls.

Close to cumming, I didn’t hold back. My standard stream of dirty words failed me.

“I… I love you,” I gasped before cumming so hard I thought I might shatter. I lay there. He slowed down and shook his head as I caught my breath.

He kissed me and said, “You’re going to have to say that again when I’m not inside you for me to believe it.”

“Okay,” I agreed. “Later. Promise. But I meant it.”

“I want to hear it repeatedly—a million times if you’d like,” Keir said.

Despite our current situation where he was balls-deep within me, it was the sweetest thing anyone could have said. I felt everything, fighting tears. I didn’t know what came over me. On an emotional rollercoaster, I’d never pictured myself loved like this. I’d hoped to be in love—wanted it—but never saw this coming. Keir gave me his whole heart.

“Are you okay?” Keir asked.

“I’m fine. Don’t stop. I just… I’ve overcome. I…”

I didn’t have words in English. I didn’t have words inanylanguage.

He stopped, rolling to the side and pulling me into his arms.

“I’m sorry. I really didn’t… I didn’t want to ruin it,” I said in frantic French, now full-on crying.

“Don’t apologise,” Keir said. “You can tell me if you’re not or if I hurt you or?—”

“No, I just never thought anyone could love me like this—truly love me,” I sobbed. “And give me everything so fast it would make my head spin. I… I want this—more of it. I didn’t even know what to do. It’s stupid.”

“It’s not. It’s honestly good. I wasn’t being smart.”

“What?”

“No condom,” he laughed. “Which I’m sorry. I should have cleared. I was too caught up and?—”

“I’ve got an IUD. It’s okay,” I said. “But we probably should be smarter.”

“Next time,” Keir said.

He kissed the top of my head and held me close. I felt the blub-blub of his heart.”

“I’m sorry. Sometimes I feel like how my life began was a sign,” I said. “Like… I always needed assurances that I was loved. Like you said with the twins asking about their birth story… I’ve done that too. Because it’s all I have of my mother. You gave me everything somehow… I could see it, and... fuck. I’m a mess.”

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