His lips crash against mine, and a moment later, he picks me up by my waist and carries me to the bed.

I want him. More than I would ever admit to him out loud and more than I would care to admit to myself. And it isn’t how it was a few weeks ago. That night, I wanted to be fucked. Tonight, I want William to fuck me.

I want William.

Damn it.

He pulls his lips from mine for only a moment to pull my nightgown over my head. This isn’t the first time he’s seen my breasts, but anyone would think it was by the way he’s looking at me.

I grab the front of his shirt and begin working at the buttons. He pulls it over his head after the third button is freed, tossing it to the side of the bed.

He lowers himself onto me again, and even though his pants are still on, I can tell he’s already rock hard. His scent overwhelms me—I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed it. Missed him.

He kisses my neck for only a moment before pulling away. “You’re sure?”

“Very.” If he only knew how very…

He chuckles. “Have I told you how beautiful you are—?”

“Too much talking.” I reach for his shoulders and pull him toward me. My body is on fire. I want him—need him. Now.

“Fine. Then I want to hear you say it. Tell me you want me.”

I groan. “I’ve already said—”

“I want to hear you say you want me. Me.”

I nod, though part of me is ready to punch him in frustration. “I want you.”

“Say it again, and this time use my name.”

I groan again as I reach for the buckle on his pants. “I want you. You, William. Only you. And if you don’t give me what I want pretty damn soon, I dare say you may very well regret it.”

He helps me remove his pants before he kicks them to the side of the bed. “Well, I can’t very well argue with that, now can I? What my princess wants, my princess gets.” He slowly…slowly…lowers himself on top of me again and begins kissing the side of my throat, just above the spot he seems to know will make me beg him for more.

His tongue flicks against my skin for a few moments before he pulls away again, looking down into my eyes. “I think—”

“I think there is far too much talking going on here.”

He groans when I slide my hands up his back, digging my fingernails into his skin as I try to pull him closer.

He finally falls silent as his lips press against mine. But he only kisses me there for a moment. His hands slide down my sides to my waist as his lips find my neck, and he finally—finally—returns to kissing that spot just above my collarbone.

I gasp and pull him closer, wrapping my legs around his waist as I arch my body to his, showing him exactly how much I want him. Need him.

He seems to understand, perhaps because he wants me just as much, but he takes his sweet time kissing his way lower before he finally finds my breast. His lips linger there for a moment, his tongue flicking against my nipple. His hands slide down to my thighs, removing my legs from around his waist as he kisses ever so slowly lower…and lower. He sits up slightly to remove my panties, and I kick them over the side of the bed.

He pulls my legs apart and traces his way with a single finger from my belly button to my folds. He seems to take great delight in teasing me, touching me everywhere but my most sensitive area.

I feel I might explode if he ever does touch me where I need it, he’s taken so long. His fingers finally slide into me, first one, then another, and he seems to know exactly how to touch me there, too.

He works his fingers inside me for a moment. “Tell me what you want, Princess.”

I want so much. I want him inside me, of course, but there’s more than that. I want him to hold me and never let me go. I want him to protect me and cherish me and…more. Much more.

I’m not sure I can even speak. And what comes out when I open my mouth is little more than a squeak.

“Tell me.” He presses his fingers inside me and I’m certain he’s going to push me over the edge if this continues much longer.

“I…” I can’t seem to form words. My breaths are coming too fast, and his fingers haven’t slowed in the slightest. And my breaths are nothing compared to the hammering of my heart in my ears. “God…William…”

“I’m going to remember you referred to me as God, Princess.” His lips finally find my most sensitive spot, and when his tongue begins to expertly work against it, my fingers tangle in his hair as I tumble over the edge of my passion.

My eyes are squeezed shut, but I feel him kiss his way up my body again after he releases me, finally reaching that spot above my collarbone again.

He kisses me there for a moment as his arms slide around me, one hand finding my ass. “Tell me again, Princess.”

I’m still breathing far too heavily to speak much, but my eyes flutter open so that my gaze finds his. “You, William. I want you.”

He grins before his mouth comes down on mine, and he finally gives me exactly as I’ve asked.

I moan as his cock thrusts into me, and I wrap my legs around him again, urging him inside me.

And he delivers, again and again and again, bringing me to the edge again. His lips drop to my neck as he reaches between my thighs, his thumb skimming over my sensitive nub.

“Come for me, Princess.”

And I oblige, moaning his name as he brings me to the height of passion once more. It’s only a moment later that he finds his own ending, groaning into my neck. He thrusts into me a few final times before rolling to my side.

It takes us both a moment to find our breath, but as soon as he does, he pecks a kiss on my lips as he slides an arm under me, pulling me into his chest. “That was…” He kisses me again, a little harder this time.

I pull away enough to speak. “Worth the wait?”

He sighs. “So much more than that.”

I nod against his chest, closing my eyes. Perhaps it was worth the wait. We certainly fought each other long enough to earn it. And there’s something very fulfilling about this moment, something that makes me wonder if I might feel more for this man than just lust.

He slides his other arm around my waist and holds me. A moment later, he chuckles, bringing his hand to my face. He tips my chin up so that we make eye contact again. “You know, Princess…”

“Hm?” I’m still in some sort of haze of ecstasy, and I’m not sure I could argue with him now if I wanted to. And right now, I definitely don’t want to. I think I could allow him to hold me in his arms like this forever.

“I was just thinking…”

“Mm.” I smile, though my eyes can still barely open.

He kisses my forehead. “I was thinking that maybe we just made that first male heir.”