Chapter 9

Edward

“Do you want me? Do you desire me?” I ask Gwen, knowing damn well she does.

It still makes me feel like the most powerful fucking king that’s ever lived when she says, “Fuck yes!”

As if I couldn’t tell by the way she’s writhing on the grass beneath me, by the way her body responds to my every touch. I know she wants me.

The thing is, I want her even more.

And I intend to have her—tonight and every night for the rest of our lives—my previous engagement be damned.

Gwen grabs the back of my head and brings me to her for a needy kiss, which I gladly, greedily comply.

“I do,” she says. “I want you.”

And, fuck, who am I to deny my future queen? The sound of guests in the ballroom just feet away only adds to the excitement. We could be discovered at any moment, and the garden’s greenery and blooms only partly shield us from both being seen and heard.

By the time the night’s over, I plan to test the limits of the garden’s camouflage. For now, I intend to bring Gwen to orgasm right here on the soft green earth.

I trace my hand along Gwen’s thigh as she nuzzles my neck. She’s completely open—fucking wanton, even—and her desire is palpable. Pulling up her dress even further, I inch my hand up to her cunt.

In response, she opens her leg to me. I’ve never thought it possible, but my already rock-hard cock just gets harder. Showering Gwen with pleasure without demanding pleasure in return is going to take a near-Herculean level of willpower on my part.

“What am I going to discover here…hmmm…Gwen?” I tease as I inch my fingers along the top of her thigh.

“Why don’t you dive in and find out?” she purrs, melting most of my resolve. A willingness to indulge in dirty talk bodes extremely well for our future together.

I can’t imagine Igora speaking to me that way or enjoying me saying words like cunt, cum, fuck, or cock to her. The thought of spending the rest of my life with that wretched woman nearly makes me shudder—were it not for the luscious goddess nestled in my arms right now.

Thankfully, my decision to ditch Igora for Gwen saves me from a lifetime of plain, boring, completely sans dirty talk sex—dreadful.

I take Gwen’s advice. I run my flat palm down her slick slit, causing her to arch her back in response. I smile, watching her gain so much pleasure from such a small gesture.

With my middle finger, I dip between her pussy lips to find pure, slippery wetness waiting for me.

“Oooh,” she moans as I slip one finger and then another into her tunnel already dripping with her desire. I pump my fingers in and out, slowly at first, and then I pick up speed. Her moans begin to come faster and threaten to drown out the band.

I pause and kiss her, listening to the music for moment.

The way I’m about to make my princess moan and scream would seem like I’m not going to hear it again for some time.

I return to what is quickly becoming my favorite spot on earth. I slide down so my face is flush with her cunt.

Turning my hand over, I continue to fingerfuck her. My fingers form a hook, allowing me to hit that spot that turns her moans into full-fledged cries of pleasure.

I hear the unmistakable sound of footsteps on grass. Without removing my hand from Gwen’s dripping pussy, I maneuver my body up to cover her mouth with mine, drowning out her moans.

“I think they’re gone,” she giggles into my mouth as the footsteps fade.

“Well, one more kiss just to be sure?” I tease. I like being her protector, even if it’s just from vague footsteps out there in the night.

“If you insist,” she says as she brings me in for a kiss. I linger a little longer in our intimate embrace, just to make sure the interloper is really, truly gone.

Only when all I hear is our hearts beating, our passionate panting, do I slide back down her sexy body and resume my oh-so-effective fingering. Using my thumb to gently rub her clit, I quickly bring her back to the crescendo she was on before the interruption.

Gwen begins to claw at the grass on either side of her as I pump my fingers in and out of her, hitting every glorious inch of the velvety soft interior that hugs my fingers.

I begin to feel her spasm around my fingers, the waves beginning deep within her until they’re crashing one on top of the other, like a tumultuous stormy sea.

Like a lone fisherman caught in a dangerous riptide, I do my best to hang on as she thrashes about, completely abandoning all decorum as her orgasm rocks her entire being.

I don’t dare withdraw my fingers until her spasms stop.

As we both come back to Earth, the sounds of music playing in the background mixed with the clinks of glasses and murmurs of conversations remind me we’re not in the solitude of my bedchamber. The thought of how close we are to other people is simultaneously sobering and dangerously alluring.

Both of us panting, trying to catch our breath, she says, “Holy fuck. I’m tingling all over. That was…”

“It’s not over yet, my queen,” I chuckled. “Not by a long shot.”

With a wink at her from my position between her legs, I restart my slow, gentle torture of this woman who already drives me wild—a pleasurable torture I can imagine indulging in for the rest of my life.

A few flicks of my tongue like a dog hungrily lapping up his water is all it takes for Gwen’s passion to be ignited all over again. I trace the outline of her cunt folds ever so slowly—slowly enough that she begins to raise her hips up to meet me—consuming every drop of her sweet juices as soon as she’s producing them.

“Mmmm,” I moan into her cunt. “You taste like a juicy pear picked fresh off the tree.”

I inhale, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her. I exhale, and my breath gently warms up her already smoldering cunt.

I begin to use my tongue as a dart, quickly jabbing in and out of her depths. My gentle humming sends ripples of pleasure up her spine, causing her to moan in return.

The way our bodies respond to each other, the way my every move sends pleasure through her, can mean only one thing: we’re made for each other.

Outside of this pleasure cocoon we’ve created, once we’re no longer in the heady cover of this garden, we’ll have to face the messy undoing of our respective engagements.

I’m confident that, together, we can face anything. We are connected, in sync—tonight, tomorrow, and forever.

“I’m so close,” Gwen cries. “Don’t stop.”

I answer not with words, but by continuing to fuck this goddamn hot woman with my tongue. Working my way in and out, I begin to feel her pleasure building with each moan that escapes from her lips.

Whatever life and our respective betrotheds have to throw at us can wait because right here, right now, nothing else exists in the world but me and Gwen, my queen.