Waverly

I can’t move. Bliss overtakes me as Archer’s tongue does wicked things to my clit. His moans and the grip of his hand on my thigh only serve to send me closer and closer to the precipice of what I’m sure will be the most intense pleasure I’ll ever experience. But then he’s gone. His teeth nip my inner thigh, and he says, “Not yet, Sparrow. You can’t come until you’re on my cock.”

A quiver of unbridled pleasure takes hold of me, and I move until I’m back where we started, straddling his hips and staring into his eyes. “I don’t know what to do,” I admit.

“Take off my boxers. Have you seen a man’s cock before?”

I nod, and he frowns. “I…may have an appreciation for porn.”

His eyes take on a wicked gleam. “Oh, you have? So you’re not such an innocent little princess, then.”

“I like to be…informed.”

“And I’d like to be the informant from now on.”

I nod, toying with the band of his boxers. I’m nervous. He feels big from the outside, what will it be like when he’s inside me?

His large palm covers mine, dragging my focus to his handsome face. “Are you sure you’re ready to do this?”

I’ve been dreaming of him since the first day he came to the palace. “Yes. I want it to be you. My first time might be the only time I have a man I love inside me. I want to remember it for the rest of my life.”

The look on his face nearly breaks my heart. “And I have to give you everything you want, Sparrow.”

“I want you.”

He nods and slides our hands down to his lower abdomen. “You have me for as long as we can be together.”

I’m fighting my nerves, trembling as I free his length. He’s long and thick and hard as steel. “It’s so big.”

“I promise it’ll fit. We’re made for each other. You’ll see.”

I position him at my entrance and slowly sink down on him, the pinch and burn of his wide crown stretching me a very real reminder of my innocence.

“All right?” he asks through clenched teeth.

I nod and try to relax, my thighs shaking. He uses both hands to grip my hips and pull me farther down. I know it has to hurt his shoulder, but his expression is determined. He breaks through my virgin barrier, and, suddenly, his body and mine are completely joined. It doesn’t hurt any longer, in fact, it’s a fullness I can’t describe. It’s perfect.

“I’m sorry. It’s best to get it over with the first time. I should’ve warned you.” His words are tight and punctuated with sighs as I roll my hips.

“You’re so right. I’m glad you did that because this…oh, this feels amazing.”

With his good arm he reaches up and undoes the last two buttons on my shirt. I let the fabric slide free of my shoulders until I’m completely naked atop him. “God, you’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen, Sparrow.”

I trace the lines of muscle chiseled into his chest, down the dark ink scrawled over his ribs and across his taut abdominals. He’s the perfect specimen of a man, rugged, strong, dominant, and tender all in one. I’m so mesmerized by his beauty I stop moving, but he reminds me with a thrust upward. His blunt head kisses my womb, and I cry out as bursts of pleasure explode within me.

“I need you to move,” he whispers. “You’re torturing me.”

I do. I start rocking back and forth, dragging his tip over a magical spot inside me with each motion. An orgasm is building, slowly taking on steam as it goes from a warning of something special to an impending explosion. If it’s possible, he gets bigger inside me, and his breaths begin to hitch as he clenches his teeth, and his eyes roll back. He groans my name, begging me to slow down, to draw this out, but I’m chasing the pleasure, and there’s nothing on this earth that will keep me from getting it.

I shatter around him, my cry of his name like a prayer for mercy as he fills me with his own orgasm. The pulses of pleasure last for so much longer than I expect, tingles racing to my toes, bursts of euphoria making me shiver. Careful of his injured shoulder, I lie across his chest and keep him inside me. I want us to be joined as long as possible. I can’t think about being separated from him.

Long fingers trail through my disheveled hair and down the line of my spine. “I love you, Waverly. I need you to know that because this is all we have. I will love you until the day I die.”

Tears fill my eyes at the thought of being separated from him. This man. This perfect man who rescued me, who fought three men to save me from a terrible fate. He’s the one I should be with. Not some stuffy nobleman chosen by my family.

“I love you, and I’m going to do whatever it takes to make sure I get to keep you. I’ve never been good at accepting no as an answer.”

He sighs and presses a kiss on the top of my head. “You’ll do your duty to your country because that’s who you are. But, you’re mine until this is over, and I’m going to take full advantage of that.”

I can’t help but let out a sad laugh. “I’ll be yours even when I’m not.”