The next morning, I woke up alone in the bed, the sheets beside me still a little warm. The air smelled like coffee and I got up, gathering a sheet up around me. Following my nose, I found a hot pot of freshly brewed coffee in the spacious kitchen and I poured myself a cup.

The large windows looked out through the trees and across the mountain. From here, all I could see was nature - there was no sign of any other human being, not a single building, not even a road. As far as the eye could see there were just trees and the majesty of the nature. It was really beautiful, I stood silently, in awe, leaning against the window frame and slowly sipping my hot coffee.

There had been nothing going on in my life in Beauville. I had just spent all my time trying not to think about why I left New York. As grateful as I was to Buddy for helping me set up my life, it wasn’t what I wanted to do forever: I didn’t want to tend bar for the rest of my life. I hadn’t got round to making a new plan yet, but I’d known it was coming.

Now, I was in love with a prince and my world has been turned upside down. It really was like a fairy tale, and I felt that same doubt that I had before. I wanted Gabriel to hold me and reassure me that I was his.

I finished my coffee and decided to take a shower. It seemed a shame to wash away the evidence of Gabriel from my body, but I was sure he’d be very willing to mark me up again.

I had just put the bed sheet that I’d been wearing back on the bed, when Gabriel stepped out of the bathroom. He’d obviously just showered, his hair was still wet and he had a towel wrapped around his hips. I could just make out the edge of his adonis belt and I gulped, looking down at the bulge between his legs. How I wished that the towel would slip and fall away!

“Good morning,” I said, though, from the direction of my gaze, it must have looked like I was greeting his hidden cock.

“Morning.”

“I, uh, was about to shower,” I said, trying to hide how flustered I was. It wasn’t just that I couldn't tear my eyes from his powerful muscles. There was more to it. It was the way he stood, his back was ramrod straight and his shoulders pushed out, supremely self-confident in himself. It was mesmerizing. It was like he was from some species of man I didn’t know existed until now.

“By all means,” he said, stepping aside, his eyes lingering on my nakedness. It was a heady feeling to be the center of his attention and I moved slowly, enjoying the way that he watched me.

Although he had stepped aside a little bit, he was still in front of the bathroom door and I had to squeeze past him. I was just trying to get to the shower! But, maybe I was being clumsy, maybe it was my subconscious - but somehow I brushed against his towel, causing it to slip. It fell to the ground, leaving the two us, naked and standing very, very close.

He didn’t seem concerned though. In fact, he smirked that smug grin of his, the one that was so dangerously attractive. He was standing there, totally naked, but he made no attempt to cover himself up. His cock, suddenly exposed, began to harden and swell .

There was nothing about Gabriel that any woman would complain about. I licked my lips at the sight of him, thickening and rising up to greet me. I could just imagine how delicious he would feel in my mouth and I wanted him, craving the feel of him.

If all the things that he’d said last night were really true, then was I free to touch him, to devour him as I yearned to?

I hadn’t been a bold lover up till then, but being with him brought out a side of myself that I hadn’t known existed. Slowly, not touching him, I lowered myself down, down to the floor, so that I was on my knees. I just wanted to feel him in my mouth, yet I found that I liked being on my knees in front of him. I liked the feel of him being in control and I happily gave in to him.

I leaned forward to plant an open mouthed kiss on the tip of his cock. He didn’t really taste of anything, except warm skin.

“You look good on your knees for me.”

I looked up at him, pleased by the compliment, and swallowed as much of his cock as I could get into my mouth. He was larger than any man I’d been with before and I spluttered, not sure how to take all of his size.

I had to pull back, disappointed as his cock fell out of my mouth, and I coughed. My throat protesting that I’d tried to shove something too large down it.

“Ease now, you’ll have to practice before you can take all of me,” he said smugly, as he put a hand in my hair, toying with it but not pulling me forward.

I was annoyed at myself. I wanted to feel him fill up my mouth, deepthroating him and taking all of him inside me - and I had failed.

“Fuck my face!” I said bluntly. He didn’t have to be told twice! The hand in my hair tightened, grabbing a clump of hair and using it to pull my head forward as he fed his cock into my mouth.

I opened my mouth as wide as I could as he thrust faster and deeper. I loved the feeling of him in me, using me for his pleasure and I moaned in excitement, knowing that he would feel the vibrations of my noises on his cock.

He pulled back, holding my head back as I tried to follow after him.

“In the shower,” he said gruffly, pulling me up. I knew that he wanted to fuck me and I was more than ready for him!

We stepped into the shower stall with Gabriel so close behind me that I could feel his cock, hard, hot and wet with his precum and my saliva, as it batted at my behind. He reached past me and turned the shower on. Warm water drenched us both and I jumped slightly in surprise. He must have thought that I’d slipped because he put an arm around me stopping me from moving, and then slowly releasing me.

“Fuck, Ruby, look at you! My princess is all wet,” he growled into my ear. I smiled at the nickname, not thinking anything of it.

He was right behind me, his hot cock cradled in between the cheeks of my butt and his powerful pelvis pushing into my ass. He held me in place, one hand sliding up my spine until he caught the nape of my neck in his grasp. My knees buckled, my legs going weak. My head was out from the spray of the water, but the water fell down my back, trickling down to where he was pressed against me.

His cock rubbed up and down, and I realized that he had taken hold of himself with his other hand. He was pushing his cock along the crack of my butt, grazing past the hot ring of my other entrance and down, spreading my pussy lips wide.

“You know,” he said, his voice was annoyingly calm and I bucked backwards, trying to distract him, trying to make him feel as overwhelmed as I felt. The hand on my neck tightened and I went pliant in his grip. “It’s very naughty of you to doubt me. I told you, you were mine and you didn’t believe me. What am I going to do with you? Hmm?”

His cock dipped into me, the thick cockhead pushing into my slick opening. My back arched, primed for more. But no more was coming! He had stopped, his cock only just inside me. I could feel that he wasn’t completely still - his cock was moving in tight little circles that felt almost against his will, like he couldn’t stop himself completely.

“When I say that you’re mine, do you think that means just for today?”

He started to pull out and I screamed:

“NO!”

I didn’t know if I was begging him not to pull out, not to stop fucking me, or if I really was answering his question. I could feel my body clinging onto him, my pussy trying to keep him inside.

“That’s right,” he said, driving forwards suddenly, burying himself to the hilt inside me. I screamed in pleasure. I was full and it felt so good! His balls, heavy and large, slapped against me as he pounded into me again.

I wailed, yelling out, trying to urge him on, to beg him not to stop. That I wanted to always feel him inside me, but I couldn’t. My voice was choking in my throat and all that came out was inarticulate, just desperate sounds of pleasure.

“You…are…mine!” he said, punctuating each word with a powerful thrust, “In Beauville…in Arrowhead…in Askovia.”

He pumped into me, getting faster now. I’d never felt so cherished as I did now, the spray of warm water above us and Gabriel holding me in place. He reached around, feeling my cunt from the front and nudging at my straining clit with his fingertips.

“You’re my princess, do you understand? You’re my queen.”

It was too much, I couldn’t take any more sensations. He was so deep inside me, he was everywhere and I burned for him, shuddering and shaking as I was hit by the most powerful orgasm I’d ever felt.

I felt him start to cum, his cock spasming inside me. He pulled out, cumming over my back, ropes of hot cum covering me, proclaiming that I was his.

“Feel that,” he growled. “Feel me on you, always. No other man will touch you again.”

The hand on my neck fell away and he pulled me up, turning me around to pull me into a loose hug. One hand stayed on my back though, rubbing his cum into my skin.

“I’m going to mark you like this, every day, for the rest of our lives,” he promised as I relaxed into his arms, letting myself enjoy the exquisite aftershocks of my orgasm.

No matter how forceful it was, I knew that this was lovemaking, vivid, tangible and undeniable. I knew that he loved me and I couldn’t hold back my tired smile.