My cock throbbed and pulsed as I kissed her, twitching in my pants and pressing so hard into her I know she felt it. Her lips were everything I wanted them to be and more — soft, sensual, perfect. She tasted like sweetness and sin, and I groaned as my tongue demanded entrance.

She whimpered as I kissed her hard, my hand tightening on her jaw and the other pulling her tight against me by the hip. I ground into her, letting her feel my entire fucking length pressing against her body, loving the way she moaned and squirmed against me.

There was no stopping this now. Sweet, untouched, virginal Princess Imogen Morningstar would be mine, tonight.

I broke the kiss, moving down to her neck and making her gasp as I bit and sucked the skin there. Her hands clawed at my arms, and I groaned as I bought my hands away from her just enough to shrug my jacket off and toss it away. My hand moved back to her, stroking up her sides and then down to her hips. I started to bunch the dress up again, groaning into her moans as I kissed her fiercely.

The dress pulled higher, and she started to whimper, gasping into my kiss and holding me tighter as I pulled it up to her waist. I moved one hand between us, my pulse roaring at the bare skin of her thighs under my fingers before I moved it higher, making her tremble.

The panties she’d left before had felt like sin. Feeling them warm, wet, and pressed right against her pussy felt like heaven.

She cried out as I dragged a finger over her lips, feeling how fucking sticky and soaked she was for me. For me, not fucking Chester. I kept running a finger up and down her pussy as I reached up and started to pull that dress off her shoulders. It dropped and I groaned as her creamy, full, goddamn perfect tits were bared to me. Her soft pink nipples hardened like pebbles under my eyes, and I leaned in, unable to stop myself as I wrapped my lips around one.

My hand began to move up to the edge of her panties, pushing down into them and feeling my finger start to ease over soft, slippery, naked folds. I started to push inside when suddenly, her panting stopped and she pulled back.

“Wait, wait.”

I restrained myself, barely. Somehow.

“I’m—”

She looked down, her face going red.

“I mean, I’ve never—”

“You’re a virgin, I know,” I whispered, my finger teasing over her opening and making her gasp. “I’ll go—”

“No, I mean, I’m really a virgin. I’ve never—”

“You’ve never had sex, I understand.”

She sighed, cringing slightly as she looked down.

“I’ve never done any of it?”

I froze.

Wait, what? Not having a man take her was one thing. I mean there were a lot of princesses who waited to actually fuck for marriage. But this girl was twenty, and she’d never done anything?

My cock throbbed.

She was totally untouched, and fuck did I want her even more then. I wanted everything, and I wanted to show her it all. I kissed her slowly, my tongue seeking hers as I slowly stroked her pussy, making her shiver.

“Let me show you, Princess,” I growled, pulling back.

She looked down again, shaking her head. “I know, it’s stupid, I just—”

“No,” I said quietly, kissing her slowly again. “Not stupid. It’s yours to give once.”

She smiled softly, her eyes finally looking up and searching mine.

“I— I still want this,” she whispered. “I just—”

“I won’t fuck you,” I growled, my gaze locked on her. “Not until I marry you.”

Her eyes went wide, her mouth round as she stared at me in shock. Hell, I was shocked at the words that’d just come out of me. But fuck if I didn’t know it was true the second I said it. I would marry this girl.

I leaned in, my lips brushing hers.

“I won’t fuck you until then, but I’ll show you everything else.”

I pushed a finger inside and she moaned loudly. I thought about what I’d just said. I thought about making her my bride, and making her mine. I growled inside at the thought of her belonging to me, and me having her and her only.

Me, the man who’d never stuck with one woman. But something about her made me want only her. The thought of forgetting and foregoing the other shitty women in the world and taking only her had me harder than I'd ever been. I thought about claiming her, and pumping her full of my cum — making her belly swell with my seed.

“Please,” she moaned.

I kissed her again before slowly, I began to kneel.

“Where are you—”

“Relax, beautiful,” I growled, sinking to my knees. I pushed her dress high, and slowly, I hooked my fingers into her panties and drew them down her long, creamy legs to just above her knees.

I groaned at the sight of her. Soft, pink folds, slick and wet, shining in the candlelight of the stone room. I moved in, inhaling and growling at the sweet scent of her. She was panting, breathing hard as she looked down at me.

“I’m going to make you feel good, Princess,” I growled.

And then I’m going to make you mine.

I’d meant what I said, and I knew it right there, my mouth inches from the most perfect, sweetest pussy I could’ve ever imagined.

I was going to steal this girl away from Chester, and every other fucking man on earth who thought he could have her, because she was mine.

I was going to marry this princess, and make her my queen.