Chapter 4

Gwen

Okay, so yeah, maybe I’m a little drunk, but it’s definitely not the alcohol that’s telling me that Edward is hot as fuck.

And speaking of fuck, that’s exactly what I hope we’re off to do right now.

Once we’re out of sight of the partygoers, Edward takes me up into his arms and carries me through the throne room to the sound of my exhilarated laughter.

The way he effortlessly cradles me against his chest brings to my attention just how strong he’s gotten.

Looks like I’m not the only one who’s all grown up now.

I glance up at him from my position nestled against his chest.

Oh, fuck.

He’s so hot, too. Edward has always been handsome, but now, he’s smoking hot. I feel my skin burning just from being in his embrace.

I imagine those thick, clever fingers of his trailing against my naked skin, playing with me, teasing me, and then…

“You look a little flushed, Princess. Something filthy on your mind distracting you from the present?”

Edward quirks an eyebrow when my face grows redder in response.

God, he’s too sexy.

“I’m just anticipating what comes next.”

“I’m inclined to believe that you come next, love…and then me.”

Oh, that is smooth.

Ever the prince charming this man—except he’s not a prince; he’s a king and even fucking better.

To be honest, before I saw King Edward standing right in front of me, I was resolved to make the match with the Marquis de Roach work. I wasn’t happy about it by any means—to be honest, I’m not sure that any woman would be—but I was willing to do what I had to do as long as it meant honoring tradition and making my family proud.

Ugh. Well, maybe not whatever I had to do. I’m certainly not planning on sleeping with my betrothed, but I suppose that’s what flings are for, though—when your arranged marriage is to a man whose name befits the way he acts.

I suppose King Edward’s name also befits the way he acts: strong, dominant, hot as hell, and charming.

Recalling the moment I saw him, whatever plans I had for my life with the Marquis de Roach flew right out the fucking window.

Edward, King of Amore…I can’t take my eyes off him, and he wants me.

I’m thrown out of my inner adoration as Edward drops me onto a chair. No, not a chair—his throne.

I smile suggestively up at him as he looms over me, eyes roving up and down my entire figure. Edward is looking at me like he wants to devour me.

I hope he fucking does.

“This feels a bit dirty, doing it on the throne,” I murmur.

“A throne for a princess. We need a setting that fits your filthy thoughts, don’t we?” Edward counters as he bends down to kiss me.

It doesn’t take long for Edward’s tongue to enter my mouth, running the edge of it over my teeth before deepening the kiss, forcing my head back against the throne’s headboard with the sheer ferocity of the action.

My body feels so tightly wound, I’m likely to snap and lose all self-control any moment now. Edward is driving me crazy.

Down between my thighs, my pussy is fucking drenched.

I arch my back up as I pull Edward towards me, rubbing the whole, hard cock of him against me, the friction only just strong enough for me to feel against my clit.

I moan into his mouth.

“Edward…fuck me. Hard. Now.”

He breaks away from me with a smirk on his face.

“Are you giving orders to a king, Princess Gwen?”

“If it’ll get me what I want, then yes. I can add a please, if that works better for you.”

Edward holds back a laugh at my suggestion. He takes hold of my hands and places it over his still-contained cock, rubbing against my fingers so that I become aware of just how big he is.

I’ve never wanted something so badly in all my life.

“Go ahead and beg then, Princess Gwen. Show me how badly you want it.”

Edward’s expression is wicked as he slowly unbuttons his pants, guiding my hand to slide underneath his white boxers to meet his cock in the flesh.

I’m so close to the tipping point already, and we haven’t even done anything yet.

I keep my eyes on Edward’s as I gently, then more firmly, grasp onto his shaft and run my fingers up and down the length of it. To my satisfaction, Edward’s eyes roll back just a little before staring again at me.

“Please, my king,” I begin, licking my lips to make them wetter and all the more inviting. “Please fuck me. I’m begging you. Tear off my dress and suck on my nipples and bite my neck and play with my clit until I’m coming all over your hand and—”

Edward interrupts my manic, vocal train of thought by kissing me, biting into my bottom lip as his hands slide the straps of my dress and my bra down, exposing my breasts.

“Beautiful…fucking beautiful,” he murmurs before dutifully sucking on one of my nipples while his hand fondles the other one, hard.

My grip on his cock tightens instinctively, and I feel Edward buck closer towards me in reaction.

I feel myself sliding down somewhat within the confines of the throne, so I wrap my legs around Edward’s waist to keep me in place.

“I was hoping you’d do that,” he remarks, words somewhat muffled against my tit still in his mouth.

He pushes my dress further up my legs until it’s gathered around my hips.

“Just take it off, Edward. Take it off…”

He leaves my tit to plant kisses along my neck. “Patience, my love. Have some patience.”

Going by how his cock is reacting, I don’t imagine I’ll have to be patient for all that much longer. A deft flick of my wrist causes Edward to involuntarily moan against my skin.

“You sure you’ve never done this with anyone before?” he asks as I find a faster rhythm to jerk him off.

When I shake my head coyly, Edward responds by sliding a hand up my thigh then teasing my clit over the soaking material of my panties.

I bite back a scream.

“Edward, my king, please, please…”

He ignores my begging as he continues to massage the swollen, sensitive skin of my clit over my panties, fingers getting faster as my own fingers increase in speed around the massive girth of his cock.

His mouth finds mine again, so I run a hand through his hair to gain enough traction to rub the length of my body against him.

“What will your fiancé think, with you trembling and moaning under another man’s body?” Edward murmurs into my ear when we break away from the kiss, gasping for breath.

I raise an eyebrow.

“He can go fuck himself. Or even better, fuck your fiancée, what’s-her-name.”

“That may as well be her name, for all I care.”

Suddenly, Edward slips past my panties to touch my clit unimpeded, and he swallows the noise I make with his mouth.

He’s too good at this. We’ve barely started, and I’m going to finish already.

Desperately, I stroke his cock faster and faster, and I can hear from Edward’s breathing that he’s not likely to last long, either.

So, I guess it’s a battle of wills: who’s going to come first?

Except, in this battle, there are no losers—only sticky, breathless winners.

But even through the pleasure of Edward’s fingers dancing on my clit, I can’t help but think one thing: how good it would be if he plunged all twelve inches of his king-sized cock deep into me, filling me to the brim and making me scream for the entire party to hear.