Page 10 of Royally Theirs (Risqué Royals)

“Chambers,” she moans when I tear my mouth away, kissing at her jaw, her throat, my thumb rubbing at her nipple. God, hearing her moan my name that way has me testing my promise to keep this for our wedding night.

“Charlotte, love, we will get there. God, I want you so bad. I never wanted someone this way. That is another promise,” I whisper against her throat, my hand moving to catch her face so her eyes meet mine. “I made that promise to you before I knew you existed. There has never been another woman for me. And now, there never will be. Not this way, love. Not the way I want you. Do you want me too, love?”

“Yes. Yes, I want you Chambers,” her sexy moan makes my dick jerk, as she turns to straddle me on the wide chair. I take the chance to pop the buttons on her silky top. She trembles as I bend my head to nuzzle against her tits.

“Charlotte. We’re so bloody lucky. To feel this way. To want this way. I never thought....to get you for my wife. Fuck,” I grunt as she circles her hips, rubbing against my cock. “Don’t be naughty, love. I want you too badly.”

“You said there was no other woman before me,” she pants, refusing to behave as she rocks against my cock. “But you and Dom....”

Tangling a fist in her hair, I yank her head back. Her beautiful eyes are wild, hot with want, her tits bouncing as she moves against me. Bending my head, still holding her gaze, I lick at her left nipple, her moan making my cock pulse between her thighs.

“Yes, he and I. I have pleased him before. He has pleased me. I have touched others before you, my sweet Duchess,” I admit, closing my mouth around her stiff nipple and thrusting up when she cries out. “I have never been inside another woman—or Dom. I will get inside you, Duchess. I want my cock buried so deep inside you I never find my way out.”

“And what about Dom?”

Biting at her nipple, I smile against her breast. “Dom will please us both if you want. Or he will never touch me again. He will never touch you unless I allow it. Unless you want it. I will be a good husband, sweet Duchess. I will give you everything. I am so enchanted by you, I would give you both of us if you want it. You have me already, love. I am yours with or without vows.”

“Oh my god,” she cries at as I palm her other tit, suckling harder at her sensitive nub.

God, I want to slam my cock into her. I want toownher. I want her wrapped tight around me the way I already feel wrapped tight around her. Tilting her head back, she starts to move again, seeking the friction of my hard cock rubbing against her silky panties. I hike her skirt up and reach between her thighs, groaning when I find her panties soaked.

“Duchess,” I tease her, rubbing my fingers against the lace. “Is my sweet Charlotte wet for me? Do you want me to rub this soaked pussy so you can come on your husband’s cock before our wedding night?”

“Chambers,” she moans again, her hands gripping the high back of my chair as she nods. I pop more buttons on her top with my teeth, baring her soft, perfect tits to me. Kissing up the length of her arm, I grasp her wrist to bring it between us. Our eyes meet as I press her hand to my zipper.

“Take me out for you, love. Let her meet him,” I tease with a smirk, watching her eyes flash as she tears at my zipper. That smirk fades away when her soft hand wraps around my stiff cock and starts to pump me.

“Can we do this? Here? Do we have to wait?”

Pulling back, she pants this all out, her chest heaving. Her pretty eyes look wild with want. God, is this real life? Am I going to wed the sexiest, sweetest, most special woman I have ever met? Days ago I was dreading this entire ordeal, now I cannot wait to make her mine forever.

“We can do whatever the hell we want, wherever the hell we want. This is yours, sweet Duchess,” I tell her with a spread of arms as she falls against my chest. “I will fill every single room in this damn castle with books. If that is what pleases you, you will have it. Right here, right now, I want you to come for me. I want to see how goddamn beautiful it will be to watch my bride come. On our wedding night I will bury myself inside you the way we both want. Before then, I will show you all the ways I can please you. Do you trust me, Duchess?”

Biting her lip, she watches me for just a moment. This is a big ask. We met just hours ago. We talked about everything you talk about with a suitor while we walked the sprawling gardens. Then she came in here to charm my mother and my best friend. There is nothing more I need to know about her.

Charlotte will be the perfect Duchess for me, I have no doubt.

“I do. It makes no sense since we just met. I did not want to come here, Chambers. I did not want to be married to anyone Now...”

Reaching both hands between us, I grasp her thighs, lifting her slightly. Her hand is still wrapped around my shaft, and she giggles, pumping it to tease me. I growl and spank her ass and we both moan when she drops her hips, her soaked lace panties rubbing against my bare cock.

“Now youwantto be my wife. And I want to be your husband,” I admit because it’s true. Sliding a hand higher between her thighs, I pull her panties out of my way, the sticky wetness soaking my fingers and making my dick jerk in her hand. Pulling at her hips, I align her just over my lap.

“Chambers, I have never...I mean I never even had a boyfriend before.”

“Duchess,” I groan as I wrap my fist around my cock as her words make it drip with need. “That is just turning me on, love. Tell me again how I will be the first man inside your pretty pussy,” I warn her, smacking her ass again.

“Oh my,” she whimpers, dropping her hips again.

This time, my fist aims my cock between her wet folds, the tip rubbing against her swollen clit. Her eyes roll back as her hands come to the back of my neck to hold on. I smirk as she falls against me, her moans as she starts to rock making my balls ache.

Fuck, I am a slave for this woman.

“Now show me how good of a Duchess you will be. Take what you need from me, love. Let me see you take what is yours.”

Charlotte blinks at me before something shifts inside her. Dropping her hips, she lets out the sexiest little growl as her clit rubs against my stiffness. Biting her lip, she grips the back of the chair and starts to move. I sit back and watch, hands at her hips to help keep up the rhythm she seems to like.

“There it is,” I whisper, watching her body shake as she rocks faster, harder, taking what she needs from me. “That’s my sweet Duchess. I will own you inside and out.”

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