Page 42 of Royal Fling
My top half fell on top of him, and his breath warmed me as did his intense gaze.
“I prefer bottoming,” I said.
He smiled. His hand on my cheek moved to the back of my neck in an instant and brought our lips together.
I’d never been claimed in such a way that I could come just by staring into someone’s eyes while kissing, but it felt possible in Luke’s arms.
He kissed me. He stroked me. He fucked me. He did all sorts of things to me, and once again, the night went by in a frenzy of sweat, French kisses, and sleepy cuddles.
It all made me realize how dangerous Luke was.
I felt more comfortable in his arms than I’d ever felt with anyone before. And only knowing him for such a short time didn’t warrant that level of safety. It was dangerous. It was addictive. But damn it, I had no strength to pull myself away from him or what he was doing to me.
I just hoped however much time we had left with each other was enough to cherish the memories for the rest of my life.
Because sooner or later, I’d have to step up to my role and be a proper prince. Not the kind of prince that lets sexy American men fuck him to oblivion and spoon him to sleep.
Eleven
Luke
“Where's he taking you?” Beth asked as I tried to pick a shirt to put on.
“I have no idea. He wouldn't say. He said it was a surprise.”
“I can't believe he waited so long to take you out.”
“Oh come on, Beth. It'sonlybeen two days. He's been busy with work.”
“And what kind of work does a prince do, exactly?”
I looked at her blankly and pondered her question for a bit.
“I guess I'll tell you tonight,” I offered with a wave of my hand.
“Oh please, honey. Let's face it. You're going to be too busy to tell me anything tonight. You'll tell me tomorrow morning.” She chuckled.
“Who said I won’t be too busy tomorrow morning, as well?”
Beth threw a bundle of shirts at me with a laugh.
“You dirty little tramp,” she said.
“I don't think anyone has ever called me that,” I told her.
“So, what are you gonna do? Off with my head?” You're not a prince yet.” She raised her eyebrows and twisted her lips to the side.
I let the bundle of shirts fall on the bed and stared at her.
“I don't think I'll ever be a prince, Beth. Let's face it. Princes don't marry men, they marry women.”
For good measure, I collapsed on the bed myself before I realized that made my statement more dramatic than I intended, and I sat up again.
“You don't know that. Elysia is a very open country,” she said, reaching for my hand.
“I don't care how open a country is; monarchies are not.” I stood up and took my t-shirt off so I could put the new one on, but I could feel Beth’s eyes on me as loud and clear as day.
“Look, I know this thing isn’t meant to last. I know it's just a fling. But you know what, I'd like to experience it nonetheless. Because we both know it can’t last. I know that, and I've made my peace with it,” I said. Only some of my words were true, naturally.
