I gave her my motorcycle helmet, watching in amusement as she held it awkwardly, turning it over a few times as if she wasn’t sure what to do with it.

Finally, she put it on her head, and grabbed hold of the straps, trying to fasten them together. It was obvious she’d never put on a helmet before. I liked that though, I liked that I would be the first man to take her for a ride.

Hiding my laughter at her adorable clumsiness, I took the straps from her, my hands under her chin. Automatically, she tilted her neck up, exposing her long pale neck to me. It was such a trusting gesture, and it made me want her even more - to take her back to my cabin and tuck her away where she would be safe. Where I could have my way with her.

I fastened the helmet for her, letting my knuckles brush against the silky skin of her neck as I did so.

I got on the bike and reached for her, my nameless angel.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” I asked, as she grabbed on to my arm, using my body to steady herself as she swung, cautiously, up onto the bike behind me.

“Ruby,” she said, settling herself into place and spreading her legs wide to straddle the bike. I could feel her pressing up behind me, her tits pressing against my back. There was a pause. Surely, if she truly hadn’t recognised me and I was a complete stranger to her, then now was the time that she would ask me my name.

I waited for a beat, enjoying the press of her body against me.

“What about you?” she asked after a pause.“What’s your name?”

Her hot breath whispered across the back of my ear and all I could imagine was having that hot mouth on my cock. She’d look so good on her knees in front of me.

“You may call me Gabriel.”

In Askovia, I’d always been addressed as ‘Your Highness’. Of course, I wasn’t going to make Ruby call me that. I wanted her to be comfortable calling me by my name. I wanted to hear my name on her lips, right now and later, screaming my name as she came.

“Hold on to me,” I told her, trying to put thoughts of all the things I wanted to do to my sweet Ruby out of my head. I needed to think straight in order to drive. The trails we would need to take are tough enough to manoeuvre without the extra distraction that was currently pressed up against me.

Small, timid hands tentatively took hold of my sides in a loose grip. I took her wrists and pulled her arms further around me, making sure that she was holding on tightly enough that she wasn’t about to fall off. True, that meant that she had to hold on to me tightly. I could feel the way that her fingertips pressed into my muscles, gingerly feeling the shape of my body as she moved, trying to find a way to comfortably grip onto me. I wasn’t sure that she even knew what she was doing, as she caressed me.

It had been so long since any woman had touched me and now this beautiful, genuine angel was here, next to me. Who could blame me if I was a little...distracted.

I started the engine and drove off.

The bike took off with a jolt, the rear tire squealing as we pulled out of the alley. She let out an adorable squeak of surprise. Her grip on me tightened. Her hands digging into my abs and her tits pressing even harder into me. I could feel the whole front of her body pushing into me.

I had given Ruby my only helmet. The wind streamed through my hair, tousling it. I preferred riding this way, but it’s been a long time since I’ve been able to. I couldn’t take the chance of being pulled over by the police and having my cover blown for something as dumb as a helmet.

Now though, with the wind in my face, the powerful engine roaring underneath me and the sexy little piece behind me, I was reminded of everything I’d been missing up on the mountain.

When I’d ridden down the mountain earlier I had the weight of the world on my shoulders. My mind had been filled with plans for revenge. I had been thinking over the instructions that I had written in the parcel that I’d handed Alexandre, going over each small detail in my mind because that’s all I ever thought about.

But now, unexpectedly, everything had changed.

Instead of returning alone, brooding so much that I barely paid any attention to the ride home, instead of that, I had Ruby with me. And having her with me made me view the world differently. I felt free, for the first time in years. I could let myself enjoy the physical feeling for once; the wind in my hair and my angel pressed against me.

I drove us out of town, into the woods and headed for my mountain. It was still dusk as the last tip of sun dipped below the horizon, coloring the sky purple and pink. That was the kind of detail that I wouldn’t have even bothered with before, but now I noticed because life was good.

As soon as I’d seen Ruby, my instincts told me that she was mine. Now I was realized how true that was, I needed her. I needed to make her mine, because she, quite literally brought the sun back into my life.

Once I pulled off the road and onto the trail that led to my cabin, I felt something in my stomach unclench. I was back on my home territory, I was safe and I was carrying my prize with me. The whole ride, I was aware that Ruby only had a t-shirt and her bare arms, even tucked into my sides, would feel the cold breeze if I pushed the bike to go too fast. Now that we were in my territory and no one could see us or stop us, I slowed down more. I didn’t want her to feel the cold, no matter how much I treasured the way she snuggled into me, trying to keep herself warm.

We pulled up outside the cabin and I cut the engine, waiting to her get off the bike first. She didn’t budge, she was still holding on to me. Her fingers had worked their way into the furrows of my abs.

“Where are we?” she asked. I could feel her breath on the back of my ear, tickling the sensitive spot I had there. I twisted slightly, and looked up at the cabin. I might be in hiding, but I don’t see any reason to deprive myself. Sure it was a cabin, but it was one fit for a prince.

“Home.”

“Huh,” she muttered, getting off the bike, her jeans tight as maneuvered her way off the bike. I couldn’t help but smile at how cute she was, stumbling slightly. I’d never seen such a beautiful woman be so clumsy before. It was obvious how different she was from the usual women at court; that she’d never been to a finishing school. She was a natural beauty, without any posturing or contrivance.

She started struggling with the fastening of the helmet as I flipped down the kickstand and got off the bike, watching her in amusement. Now that there was no rush, I was free to watch her being cute.

Finally she got the helmet off and I took it from her, still keeping an eye on her as she started working her fingers through the thick waterfall of her golden hair, smoothing it out after the ride.

“You live here? By yourself?”

“Yep.”

Her green eyes were wide and her mouth dropping open in surprise. Just seeing that look on her face was enough to get me going, those full lips opening wide just for me and making my mind turn to all the things I wanted to do with those juicy and appetizing lips.

“It’s nice, uh, very big, for one person.”

“Yeah,” I didn’t bother hiding the smirk from my mouth. “It is very big.”

She blushed, her face going that same shade of red as before and, just as before, I could see she didn’t just blush with her face, that her neck and chest blushed too. We weren’t in some dirty alley now, in danger of being discovered at any second. Now we were safe and on my land, I could find out how far down that blush really went.

From the way that she was eyeing me, I knew that she liked what she saw, almost as much as I did.

“Come, let’s get inside. You’re going to be staying here a while.”

“What? I never agreed to that! You said we had to get away from the Corral, not that I’d have to, I dunno, go on the lam or something!”

“Sweetheart,” I sighed. It would be easier if she didn’t look so fucking sexy when she got riled up! I could bet that she’d yell like that when I fucked her. It was really tough to think straight, and try to explain the whole situation to her when all I wanted to do was take her right there and then, on the front porch of the cabin. “You can’t go back there, not yet. You’re going to be staying here for a while.”

“You’re going to have to tell me more about this danger that we’re in,” she said, following me into the cabin but stopping as soon as she stepped inside. There was a look of wonder on her face as she looked around the large main room. She looked so impressed with this cabin and it made me want to show her my home in Askovia. I wanted to show her the world and see that expression again and again. I wanted her on my arm and everyone that saw her knowing that she belonged to me.

Finally, she looked back at me with an expectant expression, waiting for me to tell her more about what danger she was in. It would be easy to tell her the truth, but something stopped me.

Being with Ruby was a unique opportunity to be with a woman who wanted me for myself.

The way that she looked at me, the way her body pressed into me; all of that was simply because her body recognised that it belonged to me. She wasn’t someone who wanted to be fucked by the Prince of Askovia, who saw only my title and my family’s fortune. She wasn’t like EVERY woman I had ever met before, who always knew exactly who I was before they even spoke.

Ruby’s desire was innate, her body simply reacting to me. It was intoxicating to feel that connection, that spark of desire, knowing that she wanted me to take her, to dominate her and claim her. And all of that was because of the pure physical bond between us, visceral, deep seated and utterly animal.

“There are men hunting me -” I started, getting no further because she let out a high-pitched gasp, her hands clasping together as if she couldn’t bare the thought of me being in danger. I caught her clasped hands in mine, using my thumb to stroke the delicate skin of her knuckles and backs of her hands. “They are ruthless and bloodthirsty and would stop at nothing to get to me and to kill me.”

“That’s terrible! Who are they? Why would they do that?” she looked up at me imploringly, her fingers grasping hold of my hand. Her questions were so innocent and naive. She did not understand how bloodthirsty the world could be and I was glad of it. I didn’t want her to ever find out how cruel men can be and I vowed to myself that I would do whatever it took to preserve that precious goodness.

“Why,” she continued, holding on to my hand like a lifeline, “Can’t you go to the police?’

I laughed. What I was doing was far beyond the scope of the police, both the police in Askovia and the police here in the USA!

There was a look of understanding on her face and I reached out, cupping her cheek in the palm of my hand. She tilted her head, resting in to my hand. She was delectable like this, acknowledging that she was mine and I wanted to show her how she deserved to be looked after and cared for. I wanted to give her the pleasure that she deserved.

My arm wrapped around her waist, almost of its own volition. I couldn’t stand another moment of not kissing her. Dipping my head I pressed my lips to her mouth. As much as I wanted this first kiss to be gentle and romantic, but there was simply no holding back my animal desire for her.

She melted into me, submitting to the force of my kisses with a needy little moan that told me that she was craving more. Her mouth fell open as she welcomed my kiss, welcomed my tongue as it invaded her mouth.