Page 75 of Royal Charmer
I give her a devilish grin and lunge for her. She laughs and races to the bed. I join her, covering her and kissing her smiling lips. Her hand cups my head for a passionate kiss, and raw desire spreads like fire in my veins. I slip her dress up and off, practically ripping the thing, all the while her hands are running over me, her mouth returning to mine again and again.
I pull back enough to strip my clothes off. “Get naked now.”
She eagerly removes her bra and panties, flinging them to the side. We nearly collide in our eagerness to join skin on skin. She’s ravishing me at the same time I’m ravishing her. We might kill each other in a wild frenzy of kisses and bites and strokes. I will die happy.
And then she’s spreading her legs, pulling me closer, urging me on. “Now, Lucas, now.”
I slide into heaven and groan, long and low. I gaze into her eyes, sharing a breath. “I love you.”
Her fingers tighten at the nape of my neck. “I love you too, so, so much. You are my gift.”
I close my stinging eyes, my throat tight. I’m the third-born son, which means I was not important to the crown. All I ever wanted was to be part of the kingdom’s legacy and now I am. But this is so much more powerful. This iseverything. I’m her gift. She loves me unconditionally just for being me.
I kiss her tenderly. “You are my gift, Alice. You are my life.”
She kisses me passionately, her hips arching, taking me deeper. “I need you.”
I pump slow and deep, my eyes never leaving hers. It feels different now. I feel different, less frenzied and urgent. She’s mine, and I want to cherish her, worship her, make love to her.
She smacks my ass. “Fuck me hard.”
I grin, and then I do as the lady asks because I’m a scoundrel with a kind heart. She gasps and pants and chants my name, and then her nails dig into my shoulders, her body tightening around me, her head arching back, and I send her over the edge, her soft cries driving me on. I pump once, twice, and let go in an explosion of pleasure that rocks me, dimming the world to a haze of passion and love.
I collapse against her, pressing my lips to her neck. She holds me tight, and I’m content.
“Your love made me believe in happy endings again,” she whispers.
My throat tightens. The woman is forever shooting arrows straight through my heart. I never stood a chance. Happily so.
I lift my head, and she gives me her sweet smile. “Your smile gave me joy, your belief in me gave me wings, and your love, darling, gave me the world.”
She tears up. “And you said men don’t spout poetry in the heat of passion. That was beautiful.”
“I don’t spout poetry,” I say indignantly. “It’s the happy afterglow talking.”
She hugs me tight. “Then I look forward to more happy afterglows with you.”
“Our future is filled with love, laughter, andmanyhappy afterglows.”
She pushes on my shoulders. “I need to get to my laptop. This is gold!”
I cradle her jaw. “Happy to be your inspiration; however, I have plans for you.” I lower myself down her body, kissing along the way, and she sighs.
To entice Alice away from her laptop, I need to make her reality better than any fiction. I’ll spend the rest of my life doing just that.
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