Page 48 of Royal Player
She lifts her head. “She’ll be so much better than me. Her parents expect great things. Mine expect me to stop being so headstrong, impulsive, and out of line.”
“You are not the least out of line.” Though it could be argued that seeking me out in the middle of the night is out of line. I don’t care. All of these traits are her, part of what makes her so vibrant. Besides, if she wasn’t that way, we probably never would’ve met because she never would’ve made an escape to the US, which was where she connected with Anna.
“Then what am I doing here with you?” she asks.
I try for a light tone because I know just thinking about what awaits her back home will make me furious. Beaumont doesn’t deserve her. “You can’t resist me. Obviously.” I scoop her up in my arms and carry her to my bed.
“Oscar?”
“Yes?”
“I want you to be my first.”
I nearly drop her. I swallow hard and gently set her on the mattress. She must be a virgin until marriage. That’s the rule in her kingdom. She’s abided by it, and I’ve respected her decision.
She sits up and shrugs her robe off. “I choose you.” She pulls the covers back and looks at me expectantly.
If I cross this line, she won’t be allowed to marry in her kingdom, which means she’ll never be queen. She would only choose to do this with the man she intends to marry. Me. It’s how she was raised. That means she’s choosing to stay with me here on Villroy. She’ll be mine to keep.
But she’ll be giving up her kingdom.
Why would she do that unless she loves me? This must be her grand gesture for me. I gave up my vineyard; she’s giving up the crown. It’s not at all the same, but maybe that’s how love is. You give without thought of keeping things balanced out. Her family won’t accept her for breaking away from their dictates, but she’ll have a place here, working and living with me. And she has family here too with Anna and now Mila. This right here is the tantalizing solution to all of our problems.
I strip naked and join her in the bed, pulling her down to lie next to me, side by side. I tuck a lock of hair behind her ear before cupping her jaw, and she leans into my hand, enjoying my touch. “Are you sure, Pol?”
She slides her fingers into the hair at the nape of my neck, her gaze direct. “I’m sure. It has to be you.”
Euphoria rushes through me, my pulse racing, all of me alive and aware. There are no words that can match the incredible happiness I’m feeling, so I don’t try. I roll on top of her, kissing her with all the love I’m feeling, and she returns the kiss passionately, her hands roaming over my back and then gripping my ass, pulling me close. Urgent need that I’ve fought back every night suddenly gains freedom.
I shift off her and pull her up before lifting her gown up and off. Her long curly hair cascades over her bare shoulders, her skin glowing with good health, her nipples hardening under my gaze. I want to memorize this moment. I slip off her panties, admiring her all over again as if I’m seeing her for the first time. And then I realize this is her first time, and I need to take it slow.
She spreads her legs and crooks her finger at me with a sexy smile.
My cock throbs. I cover her, kissing her smiling lips, lingering there for a deeper kiss before shifting to rain kisses down her throat, across her collarbone to her shoulder. Her sweet shoulder, so soft I have to take a nip at it before levering lower, lavishing attention on her breasts. She moans softly, holding me to her. It’s different now, urgent, yes, but also reverent and tender. That’s how I feel accepting this incredible gift. Her hips move restlessly under me, and I slide a hand down to ease her ache as I draw her nipple deep into my mouth. She arches into my hand, hot and wet and needy.
I shift lower, kissing my way down her flat stomach. She quivers under me in anticipation, and I don’t disappoint, shifting lower still to lap at her. She groans long and loud, so I give her what she needs. What I need too. I need to see her break, need to taste her desire and drive her out of her mind. She arches up, and I clamp her hips still, which makes her crazy. She gets hotter, her body trembling, my name a chant from her lips. She’s only known me, and it will always be my name on her lips. I love that. I love her. She tenses, and I send her over, letting her rock with it, a keening sound ripped from her throat. Finally she goes limp.
“Mmm,” she hums, a big smile lighting up her face.
“Mmm is right.” I roll her to her stomach. She merely lies there, not questioning my motives. She’s trusted me from the very first night. I shift her hair to the side and sink my teeth into the nape of her neck.
Her breath hisses out.
I slide a hand down her spine, caressing her shapely ass before nudging her legs apart.
“Oscar, I want to look at you for our first time.”
I kiss her neck. “You will.” And then I kiss and taste and nip my way over this side of her. Every inch of her is mine. She moans softly into the pillow.
Finally, I roll her over and cover her, holding my weight on my forearms. “Are you ready?”
She holds my head in her hands. “So, so ready. I’ve waited my whole life for you.”
My eyes sting. “I feel the same way.”
“Now. I want to join with you.”
I belatedly remember the condom and shift off her to get it from the nightstand. I return to her welcoming warmth and kiss her tenderly. I’ve never been with a virgin before. I guide myself into position.Slow, slow.It’s tight velvet heat.
