I’m dizzy from his words and the ring feels heavy on my finger but so good at the same time - like it belonged there all along.

Ajax doesn’t wait for me to say anything, unzipping his trousers and pulling out his cock.

“Please,” I whimper at the sight of it. “It will never fit inside me…”

My words dissolve into whimpers and he chuckles at the sight of me splayed out and ready for him to use me. Then he’s put his tip at my entrance, and the thick, precum soaked cock is pressing inside me urgently, demanding entrance and asking me to submit myself to him, to let him use me, to let him have my body for himself.

His cock is enormous, thick and throbbing with veins but also much too long to fit inside me. He starts pushing in slowly, and right away, I’m moaning like a heathen, begging and gasping for more of him, which makes him grunt against my neck. He inches all the way in slowly, vein by vein, delicious inch after inch until his whole cock is inside me, filling me up and making me moan so loudly I’m sure the whole hotel can hear me.

“That’s right, princess,” he tells me with a wide grin. “Fuck, I love hearing you moan. I could listen to you do it all fucking night long…”

He pushes inside me and I see stars. Beautiful, bright and shiny stars raining down all over me and making my eyes roll back in ecstasy as he starts to thrust inside me, fucking me like I’m nothing but a toy for his amusement.

But then his arms wrap around me and he holds me, sweetly and with so much affection I look back at him. My eyes drink in the love in his eyes and my body responds to him making love to me. I arch my back and press my body against his, loving the feeling of his skin hot against mine.

“I need more,” I manage to get out, and he grins at me, his hips picking up speed and thrusting into me harder. “Please… Aj-Your Highness, I need more.”

He grunts and fucks me harder and I can feel an orgasm building inside me, nothing like I’ve ever felt before. I arch my back from him until I’m nearly snapping my back in half, and he holds me by the small of my back, thrusting inside me until I’m moaning his name and the phrase he told me to use interchangeably.

“You love it, don’t you, princess?” he growls against my throat. “You love me just taking this, you love it when I claim you, you love how possessive I am…”

“I do,” I whisper. “I love it, Your Highness.”

“I know, princess,” he goes on, never stopping. “I know you fucking love it, and you need so much more.”

His cock throbs inside me and I see stars again, glorious and beautiful above me.

“I’m going to come,” I mewl and he laughs in my face, slowing down his thrusts while I cry out in protest. “Don’t go slower… Fuck me, please, I want to come on your cock.”

“Not yet,” he growls at me. “Not fucking yet, princess.”

He treats me like a fucktoy. Fucking my pussy until I’m ready to pass out from the pure pleasure of feeling him inside my cunt. I’m very nearly passed out when he moves his hands to the small of my waist and holds me in place, staring down in wonder at my body, so much smaller than his and so vulnerable. He could break me with one wrong move, but I trust him completely… Want him to use me the way nobody ever has before.

“Please!” I cry out. “I don’t want to wait anymore…”

“What do you need?” he asks me affectionately, with an edge to his voice that tells me he’s getting close too. “Tell me, princess, tell me what you crave so fucking bad you’re moaning like a little slut for me.”

“You,” I whisper. “I need you…”

“Tell me,” he growls demandingly, and I shiver under his touch. “Now!”

“I want your cum,” I finally get out, my voice shaky and so needy it makes me blush. “I want it inside me, I want you to cum in me, I want you to fill me up, please.”

He pulls out of me and I cry at the sensation of losing him.

“Where do you want it?” he asks darkly, taunting me by pulling on his cock inches away from my pussy. “Tell me where you want my thick seed, princess. Tell me right now.”

“Inside me,” I admit. “I want it in my pussy.”

“Why?” he demands. “Tell me why.”

“I want you to…” I swallow thickly, unable to say the words.

My eyes find him and roam over his handsome face, his beautiful body, his impressive cock, and I can’t believe my luck, can’t believe I’m with this man whom I’ve fallen in love with in mere hours.

“I want you to knock me up,” I whisper, and his eyes glisten with unspoken excitement. “I want you to breed me, Your Highness. I want to have your baby…”

In seconds, he’s turned me around so I’m on my knees, and he’s back inside me, fucking me so viciously I cry out his name as he assaults my body. I whimper for him, beg and ask for more over and over again as he unleashes his passion on me. I feel his engorged cock throb again, seconds away from bursting his hot sticky seed inside my womb.

He grabs my hair with both hands and tugs on it gently. I let him, and my head goes back, my eyes finding his and staring into his hypnotic gaze as he grunts.

“Tell me you want me to fill you up,” he demands.

“Fill me up,” I beg.

“You want a full pussy?” he taunts me. “Or do you want me to shoot right into your womb, princess? You want me to get you pregnant on the first try, Cassie? Is that what you want?”

I nod wordlessly and dissolve into moans when he doesn’t stop his passionate assault. Our eyes are connected when he grunts and groans out my name, and then I feel him emptying his balls inside me - so deep every thrust hits me in my cervix. I’m a mess, moaning and begging and crying out for him, but he doesn’t stop, he just keeps on fucking me until I hear wet, dirty noises that tell us both he’s already filled me to the brim.

Finally, once he’s satisfied with how full he’s left me, he pulls out and grabs ahold of me, collapsing on the bed with me in his arms.

He nuzzles his face against my skin, and I settle in his arms, our breathing ragged and too fast. And then he starts laughing, holding me close and laughing out loud which makes me smile as well.

“What?” I ask, giggling lightly. “Tell me what the joke is.”

“Nothing,” he shakes his head dismissively. “Just… realizing how happy you make me. How fucking fulfilled I feel right now with you in my arms… I wouldn’t change it for the world, princess.”

“Neither would I,” I admit honestly, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I…”

My words drift off into nothing and he must notice, because he pushes himself up on his elbows, grabbing my chin and making me look at him.

“What is it, princess?” he asks me with a dark glaze over his eyes. “What did you want to tell me?”

“I…” I can’t bring myself to say it, fear setting in and making it impossible for me to admit how I feel. “Just, forget it. It doesn’t matter.”

“It does to me,” he says, and now there’s a hint of worry to his voice. “Please, princess. Tell me…”

“I just…” My eyes go to his and I stare into the depths of his brown eyes, drunk on him. “I just have… feelings for you.”

“Yeah?” he asks, his eyes darkening, becoming endless dark pools. “What kind of feelings, princess? I’d love to fucking know.”

“I… think I…” It’s impossible to get the words out of my mouth, a real struggle. But I force myself to swallow again, look at him, and say it. “I know it’s only been a short time… But I just can’t help it, I have to tell you, I’m… I’m falling for you-no, that’s a lie. I’ve fallen already. Fallen so hard…”

His eyes warm up and he strokes me, gentle, sweet motions that make me feel like I’m the safest place in the world - his arms.

“Are you saying you’re in love with me, princess?” he asks me gently, and because I’m weak and scared, I just look into his dark eyes and nod sheepishly.

He grabs ahold of me, pulling me on his lap like he keeps on doing - a motion I’ve grown to love. It’s so proprietorial and sweet and so him, that I can’t help but melt into his embrace, my eyes dreamily finding his and my mouth latching onto his lips, kissing him deeply and passionately and showing him how much I care.

He pulls away first and I hate myself for admitting how I feel.

“What about you?” I ask, a blush creeping over my cheeks yet again. “Do you…”

“Do I love you?” he comes straight out and asks, and I giggle nervously, nodding without looking into his eyes. “What do you think, princess?”

This time, my eyes find him, and I smile wide.

“I think you care about me,” I admit, and I hope to God I’m not wrong.

My heart is pounding and there are butterflies in my stomach, and oh my God, please let him love me too…

“More than that,” he grins. “Didn’t I just put a ring on your fucking finger, princess? Doesn’t that tell you something?”

“Maybe,” I admit with a devilish edge to my voice. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Well then,” he says. “You might just be in luck because I’m going to tell you every fucking day until the end of time…”

He lays me down on the pillow, my hair fanned out around us and my eyes on his, wide open and dreamy as he rains kisses all over my body. I respond to him desperately, letting him have all of me, giving him everything I am freely. I want him to know every inch of me, want him to be familiar with every thought in my head. I’m in love… Blissfully, foolishly in love.

“I love you,” he whispers against my lips, and my stomach flutters with invisible butterflies. “I’m in love with you… I’m never letting go… You’re mine, fucking mine.”

“Always,” I promise him, moaning under the touch of his lips. “Always yours, Your Highness.”

“My princess,” he confirms. “This is our happily ever after, Cassie.”

“More like… smuttily ever after,” I giggle, and he laughs right along with me.

“Whatever you want,” he says and kisses me again. “From now on, it’s whatever you want, as long as you’re all fucking mine…”

His mouth moves downwards, down my neck, over my throat, and onto my stomach, inching up to my tits, sucking my nipples until I’m moaning his name again. Then, he swipes his fingers over my aching pussy, making me gasp. He brings his fingers to my mouth and pushes them between my lips, and I suck his juice down eagerly, melting into his embrace with my eyes staring up at him adoringly.

“That’s a good girl,” he mutters. “Fuck, princess, I could do this for the rest of my life…”

“So do,” I whisper, and he grins at me like I’ve just read his mind.

“I fully intend to,” he promises me. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily…”