“More.”

I gasp as his tongue drags up from between my legs, bumping over my clit and trailing up to my belly button.

“And now here I could’ve sworn you just told me to stop.”

I groan, yanking Damon down on top of me and kissing him fiercely.

“I think I told you to stop that because you were going to kill me if you kept going. But I want other things.”

He grins, leaning back in to kiss me hungrily. Hands stroke my skin, my legs move to wrap around his grooved hips, and I can feel the pulsing hardness of his cock throbbing against my pussy.

“I’m ready,” I whisper.

And I am. It is, after all, our wedding night.

* * *

We landed at the helipad back at my father’s castle to an armed guard welcoming party, guns drawn, dogs, lights, the works. You see, what people see and what people think they see are often two very different things. In this case, when an entire ballroom of my uncle’s court saw a much older, somewhat gruff looking man in an all black tuxedo swoop me up for a showstopper of a kiss and then run away with me, the worst was assumed.

And by “the worst,” I mean: everyone thought they’d just watched the princess of Berne get kidnapped.

Needless to say, things were a little bit tense as the helicopter rotors slowed to a stop back in Berne.

Luckily, most of the men at arms recognized my mystery abductor as one of their favorite Captains, rather than a rogue separatist. Tensions did get a little crazier before they lightened, but in the end, well, we managed to step off that helicopter without Damon getting shot.

Step one, check.

Step two was making our way directly to my father’s private office, where one of Damon’s most trusted men met us with a strongbox full of intelligence reports and classified wartime interviews.

“I need you to wait out here for this part,” Damon had said quietly.

I raised my brows. “You’re insane if you think I’m doing that.”

“I think I’ve already proven myself in the insane department.”

I gave him a look. “I’m coming in there with you. He’s my father.”

“And he’s my King, and yes, your father.” His jaw tightened. “I told you on the way here, there are two things I need to tell him. First, about Mallory, and second—”

“About me.”

He nodded, his eyes flashing fire as he pulled me close.

“This will be easier without you there, trust me.”

“I already told you, I do,” I said softly, kissing him.

“Captain Hunt?”

We turned to a nervous looking aide.

“His Highness will see you now.”

Damon cleared his throat as he turned towards the double doors.

“Here goes nothing,” he muttered, standing tall, and stepping inside.

The doors shut behind him with a sharp click.

There was yelling. Of course there was yelling, but slowly it died down, from what I can only assume was Damon opening the locked briefcase and showing my father the irrefutable and damning evidence about my stepmother secretly financing the separatists. Actually, it was quiet for a long time, and all I could hear was low, fierce talk, punctuated by the occasional fist against a table.

All in all, and even not actually being in the room, I think it’s fair to say my father took the news of his wife’s plot to overthrow his throne fairly well.

And then, after a short pause, all hell exploded. And I knew what that part was.

That was Damon telling my father that he was in love with me.

It went about as smooth as you can imagine.

There was roar, like a lion breaking free from a cage, followed by the sound of shattering glass and something toppling to the ground that had the guards outside the room drawing their weapons and yelling into earpieces.

The screaming was matched by different yelling, this one sounding more like Damon, and followed by another sound of splintering wood.

Then, I heard the words

“I love her, Your Highness!”

And right there, I knew I wasn’t staying out of that room anymore.

“Your Highness, your father is not to be dis—”

I shoved away the guards that tried to stop me, kneed another in the groin who tried to grab me, and then kicked in the doors to my father’s personal study.

The place was in tatters. Three of the glass-doored bookshelves along one wall were toppled to the ground, books and glass across the floor. A chair lay broken in two, and the usual things on top of my father’s desk were dashed across the ground.

My eyes flew to the far wall by the window, where my father had Damon up against the wall by his throat.

“Dad!”

He turned, his face red as he shook his head.

“Adele, honey, whatever this predator of a man has done to you, I promise you, justice will be—”

“Dad, I love him.”

The room froze, my father’s brow furrowing.

“What?”

“I— I love him, Dad,” I said, quieter this time. “I love him like you loved Mom.”

And that did it.

With one word, the tension in the room dropped — along with my father’s hand from Damon’s throat, I might add.

Dad heard Damon out, and even if at first he was hesitant, what with our age difference, he saw the way we looked at each other. He saw the way we finished each other’s sentences, the way our eyes lingered on each other, and the way we were clearly doing everything in our power not to touch, out of respect to him.

“I won’t have this relationship turning into a media circus,” my dad finally said. “I mean the two of you dating. If that drags on, I won’t—”

“Your Highness, with all due respect?” Damon stood, chest out in military fashion as he addressed my father.

“I don’t intend to date your daughter.”

I saw my father’s eyes narrow as his fist clenched.

“I intend to marry her.”

And everything froze — at least to me, that is. I remember turning slowly, my jaw dropping as I looked at the man of my dreams, standing there in front of my father — the King — and pledging his love to me. Through the fogginess of that memory now, I even remember him dropping to one knee and formerly asking my father’s permission.

…Oh, and he said yes, by the way.

There was this explosive moment of rejoicing, and me leaping out of my chair and jumping into Damon’s arms, shrieking as he he spun me around.

“I didn’t have a chance to actually ask you yet—”

“Yes,” I whispered into his ear as he hugged me tightly. “Yes forever.”

After that, the real tough talks got underway, because after that, Damon got into the other business at hand: Mallory.

The castle was on lockdown. Arrests were made. Lawyers were called in, judges were woken up, and Parliament was assembled. In short, a royal shit storm erupted in Berne that night. And it was bad. Not everyone went quietly, let’s just say that. Some of Mallory’s people actively fought arrests. There were a few firefights that night — some even in the castle itself.

But come morning, it was a new day.

The last of Mallory’s people were locked up, along with Mallory herself, who screamed that it was all lies of course until the proof was shoved in her face.

My dad filed for divorce by lunch.

The non-terrorist separatist — the ones who’d backed Damon’s ceasefire agreement, laid down their weapons that afternoon, and by the following day, an official treaty was signed.

Four days later, Damon and I were married — “by week’s end,” by the way. Though I’m betting that irony was lost on Mallory at that point. Anya grilled me mercilessly for more details about Damon and me, but I’m holding out — that is, until she tells me about this mysterious “club” she keeps going off to and coming back from on cloud nine…

If there was any remote concern about my marriage to a “non-royal,” well, for one, it’s a non-issue. This is, after all, the modern times, and not the time of King Arthur, and I’m allowed to marry whomever I please. But for two, it matters a whole lot less now — now that Damon’s been offered a seat at my father’s royal council as head of intelligence.

Dad, by the way, made it crystal clear that the offer had zero to do with Damon being his son-in-law, and everything to do with him being one of the most loyal, trusted, and truth-seeking men he’d ever known.

* * *

“Just relax, baby girl.”

And now here we are, married, and finally alone after the wedding festivities in the far west tower of the castle. Our honeymoon suite for the evening.

My body is already on fire, every nerve ending tingling from Damon’s mouth on my pussy for the last hour or so — teasing me until I literally begged him to stop. But now, it’s time.

It’s time for him to take all of me, and I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life.

I meet his eyes, our lips an inch apart and breathing the same breaths as he slips the head of his cock gently up over my lips. I moan as he teases my clit, flicking it with his thick cock before he eases back down.

My breath catches, feeling his cock nestled between my lips, ready to slide all the way inside of me. And I understand that what we’ve done before is certainly sex — I get that what we’ve had before this is as intimate as two people can get. But there’s something symbolic about him taking my virginity like this that makes this extra intense — extra intimate.

Maybe I’m just old fashioned like that. But then, maybe he is too. After all, he’s the man that somehow managed to make me wait to give this part of me up.

His grooved, muscled hips rock forward, and I moan softly as I feel his head ease inside. My tight pussy stretches deliciously around his thick girth, my hips arching off the bed as if trying to take more of him inside. I whimper in pleasure, my legs tightening on his hips and my fingernails scratching down his muscled arms.

“Fuck, baby girl,” he groans, the fire in his eyes roaring as he leans down to kiss me. “You feel as sweet as you taste.”

I moan, arching my hips up more, urging him on. I want all of him. Going slow at first is good, but we’ve already talked about this — after that part, I don’t want him to hold back.

I want him to take me like I love it when he takes me.

Like a man.

He slides deeper, inch after thick, throbbing, glorious inch of his wonderful cock filling my newly deflowered pussy up, until with a gasp from both our lips, I can feel him sheathed all the way inside.

“Oh God, yes…” I gasp, my legs tight around him and my breath coming haltingly.

Damon groans, flexing his muscles and letting me feel his cock pulse deep inside of me.

“How’s that feel, baby?” he growls in my ear, grinding deep and making me cry out.

“So fucking good!” I gasp, clawing at his skin.

He makes a tsking sound. “Dirty girl.” He shakes his head, his eyes flashing. “Using dirty words like that.”

“Maybe I need to be punished,” I whisper, feeling my blood pounding in my ears.

I gasp as he slowly withdraws, until just the thick head of him is inside of me.

“And now, baby girl,” he growls, leaning down and kissing me fiercely. His tongue seeks mine, and when he pulls away, I whimper as his teeth gently catch my bottom lip for one drawn second.

“And now, I’m going to fuck you like the bad little girl you are.”

And with that, he drives all the way in in one incredible stroke.

I cry out, gasping and moaning for more as he pulls out, only to drive balls deep back inside all over again. His lips crush against mine as our bodies start to rock together, his big dick thrusting in and out of my tight, eager pussy.

Damon growls as he grabs my wrists, pushing them up over my head and pinning them there with his hands as he starts to fuck me harder.

“More,” I moan into his kiss, arching my back and urging him on. His mouth drops to my breasts, and I cry out as his lips and his teeth and his tongue tease my nipples mercilessly. He groans into my skin as he drives in and out, his heavy balls slapping against my ass on every thrust.

My world starts to blur, his thick girth rubbing across my clit on every thrust, his head driving in so deep it’s like he’s impaling me with it so wonderfully. The trembling starts in my legs, making them twitch as my knees cling tightly to his big, muscled body. His hands drop from my wrists, moving to grab my hips as he starts to fuck me hard. I scream in pleasure, my fingers raking down his broad, masculine chest and running over his chiseled abs as he fills me to the brim on every powerful thrust.

One of his hands moves between us, rubbing my clit as his cock fills me again and again, until suddenly, I know I’m going to fall.

“I want to feel this little pussy come all over my cock, baby,” he groans, growling as he slides in deep.

“Let me feel you come, baby girl. Let me feel you come for the first time with my cock deep inside this tight, perfect, sexy little pussy.”

I explode.

When I come, for the very first time like this, and with the man I love more than anything in this world, it’s like nothing else. It’s pure white light, and the feeling of shattering into a million pieces, and then I’m screaming his name as I crash into the orgasm.

He fucks me all the way through my first big explosive climax, his hips relentlessly thrusting, his big cock filling me over and over until I’m gasping for air. Damon drives in deep just as his mouth finds mine, and as he sears the kiss of all kisses across my lips, I feel his whole body tense before he explodes inside of me.

We both cry out then, his hot, sticky cum pumping deep inside my body as our orgasms bring us crashing together again and again, until we can’t even move anymore. We try, both of us still slowly grinding into each other until we just collapse onto the bed.

But then, that’s just round one. Round one of many until the sun finally comes up and we fall asleep tangled in each other’s arms.

And after that, it’s the rest of our lives.

I don’t know what the future will bring. I am technically the heir to the throne, but then, I have every intention of moving with Damon to the home he’s building in the woods. It’s no cabin, by the way, but it’s not exactly the royal palace either.

For the time being though, I don’t care. Things like that can wait. What can’t wait, ever in life, is saying yes to yourself when you’ve found the one who fits with you like no one else ever has or will. What can’t wait is putting aside what people might say and just saying yes to your heart.

What can’t wait, is love.

Fairytales come in all shapes and sizes. Some have curses, or bad reputations, or relationships that won’t make sense to everyone. But the important thing is this: they’ve all got a happy ever after. I know this for a fact, because I’ve lived my own fairytale, with the man I love.

And trust me, a happy ever after is exactly what we've got.