Chapter 20

Gwen

“You look beautiful, Princess Gwen,” my lady in waiting says to me.

She’s right.

Sure, having an entire palace of designers and seamstresses helps, but I make this dress look otherworldly. I know I shouldn’t say that.

Princesses—and especially queens—are supposed to be demure.

Modest. Reserved.

Fuck that.

“No, I look hot,” I correct her.

“Yes, Your Highness,” she says as she leaves me alone with my reflection.

My white dress is covered in delicate lace. The plunging neckline shows off my best assets and Edward’s favorite.

“You’re a vision.”

I turn around to see if Edward really is standing behind me.

“You’re not supposed to see me before the ceremony,” I cry. “It’s tradition.”

“Well, then,” Edward says, looking dashing in his morning coat. “Since we’re anything but a traditional couple, we’re fine.”

Edward wraps his hands around my waist, pulling me in close. I can feel his hard cock, even through layers and layers of tulle skirt.

“Edward! We’re getting married today,” I say, playfully pushing him away. “We can’t have sex right now.”

Or can we? I want to. God, I’ve wanted him for so long.

“Princess Gwen,” Edward explains while carefully removing his coat, “as of three o’clock today, you will be Queen Gwen. We can do whatever we fucking want.”

I slowly back up, with Edward matching me step by step until I feel the mattress hit my ass.

“And what do you fucking want to do?”

I help Edward remove his formal wear. With every button unbuttoned and zipper unzipped, our desire grows exponentially.

Soon, Edward is standing before me stark naked, hard and gorgeous.

“Clearly, my dear,” Edward says with a glance down at his rock-hard cock, “what I want is to fuck you.”

Staring straight at his massive length, I’m suddenly a little apprehensive. I’m willing and eager to lose my virginity to my soon-to-be husband, but the thought of all that fitting in me is daunting to say the least.

Edward seems to understand my change in mood.

He caresses my cheek and says, “Don’t worry, love. By the time I enter you, you’ll be more than ready for me.”

If I wasn’t completely at ease before, Edward’s toe-curling kiss certainly relaxes me. Enough that I drop to my knees, slowly taking him into my mouth. I wrap my hand around his cock and, together with my mouth, I have him moaning and rocking his hips in no time.

The power I feel over him right now is heady. He’s the king, after all. He rules over the entire nation.

But I’m the one in control right now. He’s putty in my hands.

And I want to bring him this pleasure every day for the rest of our lives.

“God, Gwen,” Edward moans. “Take all of me. I want to fill your mouth with me.”

I continue working up and down his shaft, cupping and massaging his balls with my other hand. As I begin to increase my speed, I feel him start to twitch in my mouth.

With a wink up at him, I take his entire length in my mouth just as he explodes into it. I hold on, swallowing as much as I can, but Edward excels at everything. A stream of cum overflows from my mouth, sliding down my chin.

Slowly pulling Edward’s cock from my mouth, I lean back and show my future husband his handiwork before using my finger to lap it up.

“You are the most beautiful creature ever,” Edward says, pulling me off the floor and back onto the bed.

“Compliments are nice, but I’d rather you show me how much you love me.”

“With pleasure.”

Edward throws the voluminous skirt of my wedding dress over my head to expose my bare legs and cunt.

He lets out a slow whistle. “Princess Gwen, you are not wearing the approved royal wedding lingerie. In fact, you’re wearing nothing at all.”

“You did say we were untraditional,” I tease, although covered in all this fabric, my voice is a little muffled.

“A fact I will forever be grateful for,” Edward says before practically diving between my legs, wasting no time in licking and sucking my pussy.

The sensory deprivation provided by the fabric heightens the effect of Edward’s fingers and tongue.

I open my legs to him more, feeling myself get wetter and slicker with every stroke of his finger or flick of his tongue.

“Now, Edward,” I pant. “I want you now.”

“I thought you’d never ask,” Edward says, joining me on the bed and moving the fabric away from my face.

As soon as I feel the tip of his cock hit my inner cunt lips, I place my hands on his chest in a futile effort to prevent a pain that I’m instantly sure I will feel.

Edward kisses my skin from my neck down to where lace is still covering my tits, all while using one hand to massage my cunt into relaxation.

“It’ll only hurt for a second,” Edward says with a kiss on my left eyelid. “I promise.”

He moves to kiss me on my right eyelid, followed by a gentle kiss on my lips. Then, he begins to enter me slowly.

We’re staring into each other’s eyes, and as the pain gives way to the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt, I think that it’s just like us.

We had to go through the pain of being with the wrong people—and the unraveling of those promises—in order to find our way to each other and our future together.

Our blissful, charmed future.

The pain having long subsided, I feel my body begin to move with Edward’s, our hips meeting in the most natural of rhythms.

Each time he pulls out of me, it feels like a part of me is missing. But when he plunges back in, it’s like a million stars explode every time I feel his cock fill my cunt.

“Promise me you’ll fuck me every night, in every town and village we visit,” I say, stroking his face.

“That’s a promise I’ll have no problem keeping,” Edward says, shifting himself so that he hits my clit, sending pleasure shivers up my spine.

Suddenly, words are no longer possible.

We devolve into moans and gasps and deep looks that seem to permeate our very soul.

I cling to him as I feel the pressure start to build. I never want this feeling to end. It’s like I’m working my way up to the top of the tallest waterfall, but I also can’t wait to feel the explosion when I go over the edge.

I feel Edward begin to come inside me. The feel of his cum in me fills my entire body with a warmth I’ve never experienced before.

Like the first domino that falls, it sets off a chain reaction, and soon, I’m pushed over the edge, my cunt spasming and contracting around Edward’s cock, milking him of every last drop of precious fluid he’s willing to give me.

Spent, Edward collapses on the bed beside me. He takes me in his arms as we slowly come back down to Earth.

“Why did I wait so long to do that?” I ask, running my hands along Edward’s muscular chest.

“Because I would have killed any other man you slept with?” Edward suggests, kissing the top of my head.

“I’d only want to do that with you,” I say. “After all, you’ll soon be my husband.”

“I am your husband,” Edward says, sitting up on one elbow to look at me. “And you are my wife. The ceremony is just ceremonial at this point.”

“But what a wonderful ceremony it will be,” I say. “We’ll get to stand up in front of everyone and express how much we love each other.”

“And I do, you know. More than I ever thought possible. I love you with all my heart and soul.”

“That’s good to hear,” I say. “Because you’re everything to me. Everything I never knew I wanted, everything I’ve always been searching for.”

Edward pulls me to him, his lips covering mine. As long as Edward is standing beside me for the rest of our lives, I’ll go through with any ceremonial ceremony necessary.