I had no idea how I’d gotten to sleep the night before, but somehow, I had. Eventually.

As it turns out, my mother had already passed out by the time I’d gotten to her room to speak with her. Instead, I’d headed back to my chambers, my bathrobe wrapped tight around me and my face still glowing with the memory of what I’d just done. I could still feel him on my skin — his hot, sticky cum rubbing so deliciously between my thighs.

I’d slept alright, but not until I’d pushed my fingers back between my lips. I’d rubbed his cum into my clit over and over until I came hard, screaming his name into my pillows.

Rourke confused me, and he threw every part of me for a loop. Part of me wanted to resist him. Part of me wanted to say no to this dominant, possessive, intense man. But then the other part of me — the part that was winning — knew I couldn’t say no. That part of me knew I didn’t want to say no to him. In fact, all I wanted to say was yes. I’d never had anyone speak to me like that, or dominate me like he had. And while my natural reaction was to always give sass back, and always have some witty retort, with him, it was different.

With him, I liked submitting, and just saying yes. With Rourke, willingly closing my mouth and opening my legs and letting him put his hands on me had ignited something in me I’d never felt before — not even close.

…And I just wanted more.

****

I found myself in the library the next day, my head still in the clouds and my body still aching for more of his touch. I liked the library. It was quiet, my mother and her obnoxious entourage never bothered me there, and I could always lose myself in stories.

I was in a normal skirt and t-shirt that day instead of a big silly gown, legs curled under me on the chaise, and a book open on my lap. But I wasn’t reading it. Actually, I’d been on the same page for close to an hour, my eyes tracing the same lines over and over but my thoughts firmly on Rourke and what’d happened the night before. I remembered his hand on my knee under the table, and then all over me later in my room. I remembered his thick cock, pulsing in his hand as his pre-cum had leaked all over my skin.

And I remembered his fingers making me come so hard, my whole body catching fire as he’d stroked his cock over me. I remember coming harder than I’d ever come before just as he’d roared and pumped his cum all over my pussy and my belly.

I moaned softly, closing my eyes at the memory and squeezing my thighs together. Heat pooled between my thighs, and I knew despite having just showered and changed that morning, I was going to have to do it all over again. I could already feel my arousal soaking my panties, making them cling wetly to my pussy as the heat bloomed through me.

“Thinking of me I hope.”

I gasped, almost jumping out of the chaise as my eyes flew open to see Rourke standing right in front of me.

God, he looked gorgeous.

He was in dark jeans and white t-shirt this time, stretched tight across his biceps and showing off his tattoo ink. He grinned hungrily at me, his eyes flashing fire as his gaze teased over me.

“Well?” the words dripped from his lips as he drank me in.

“I—”

I blushed.

“What are you doing here?”

“Why don’t you answer the question, Princess?”

My blush grew deeper.

“Yes,” I said quietly, looking down and feeling my pulse roaring in my ears.

“Good,” he purred back, moving closer and making my breath catch.

“The Queen said I could find you in here. I told her I was eager to talk to you and to get to know my bride better. But then…”

He trailed off, moving even closer. He reached down, and when his fingers traced over my chin, I gasped quietly.

“But then, I opted not to tell her that I’d gotten to know my princess quite well last night.”

He tilted my chin up, bringing my eyes up to his, and my face only grew hotter.

“You’re blushing,” he said quietly.

“Is that why you’re here?” I finally managed to croak out. “To tease me, and make me blush?”

“No, Princess,” he shook his head. “No, I’m here to do this.”

I gasped as he quickly leaned down and seared his lips to mine, taking my breath away. I moaned into his lips, my body coming alive for him as he kissed me fiercely and hungrily. His tongue pushed past my lips, tasting me and swallowing my moans as he growled into my mouth.

“That,” he growled. “Is what I came here to do.”

I moaned as he kissed me again, pushing me back into the chaise lounge. His hand slid into my hair, tangling in it and pulling it tight enough to make me gasp into his kiss. My hands drifted to him on their own accord, sliding over his perfect, hard arms and moving over his muscled chest. Rourke growled into my mouth, his hand tightening in my hair as he yanked me against him.

God, he could kiss.

“Let me guess,” I panted as he slowly pulled away. “You think these lips are yours?”

“Oh, they are mine,” he growled, making me shiver.

He kissed me again, rougher this time, and hard enough to make my pulse skip a beat.

“These lips are mine, princess,” he groaned quietly.

“I thought you told my mother you were here to talk and get to know me?”

“Aren’t we talking?” He grinned wolfishly at me. “And trust me, I plan on getting to know every inch of you better.”

I gasped as his hand slid to my knee, like the night before. He pushed my knees wide apart, making my pulse skip as he eased me back into the chaise. His hand teased up the inside of my thigh, making my heart beat faster and faster and making me moan into his kiss. My skirt pushed up my thighs, bunching around my waist as his hand found the front of my panties. His powerful fingers traced up the front of them, making me whimper eagerly into his mouth as he felt how wet I was.

“Naughty girl,” he growled, his finger dragging wetly over my soaked panties. “And just what were you thinking about before I got here that’s gotten your pussy so nice and wet for me?”

“For you, hmm?”

“I told you last night, Princess,” he growled, his lips brushing mine. “This is mine.”

I moaned as his palm covered my drenched panties, grinding into my clit. His fingers slipped under the edge, and I whimpered as I felt them tease over my bare, naked pussy. They curled around the sticky wet gusset of my panties, and slowly, he began to yank them off.

“No covering this up around me, Princess,” Rourke purred in my ear as he slid my panties down my legs.

“Someone might…” I gasped as he slipped them over my knees, pulling them off one foot and then the other. “Someone might come in.”

“Quite the scandal,” he growled. “Imagine if someone came in and saw the royal princess with her legs spread wide for me, without any fucking panties on.”

I whimpered as he brought my thong up to his face, inhaling deeply and growling as his eyes locked onto mine. He pulled them away, his eyes burning fiercely as he pushed them into his pocket.

“Mine,” he purred lowly, stalking over me as he pushed me back into the chaise lounge. His hands slid up my thighs again, and this time, there was nothing to stop him. No panties to block his path. I whimpered as his fingers slid through my wetness, parting my lips and rubbing over my clit. His lips found my neck, and when he began to suck and bite and lick his way down to my collarbone, I gasped loudly.

Hands found the hem of my t-shirt, and he slowly pushed it up before he dipped down. I whimpered as his mouth found my bellybutton, his tongue teasing me and moving higher as he pushed the shirt up over my breasts. I pulled it over my head and tossed it away, just as his hand slid behind me to unclasp my bra and pull it aside.

“I like you much better like this,” he purred, his lips trailing up my ribs and making me whimper. “No clothes to stop me. Nothing to cover you from my eyes. Actually, when we marry, I might just want you to be naked all the damn time in our home.”

His mouth moved higher, and when his lips trailed up the underside of my breast, my breath caught. When they found my hardened, pink nipple and wrapped around it, I cried out. Rourke growled into my skin, his tongue swirling over my nipple and making me whimper and moan as I arched my chest into his face. He moved to my other breast, and as his fingers teased my clit between my legs, I clutched him to me, never wanting him to stop touching me like that.

But he pulled away from my breasts, and his mouth moved lower.

And lower.

And lower, until I gasped as I realized where he was going.

“Rourke—”

“Let me taste you, Princess,” he growled quietly, his eyes dragging up every inch of my bare body to meet mine. “Spread those pretty legs and let me taste how sweet this untouched little cunt is.”

His hands gripped my thighs tightly, pushing them wide so that my knees draped over the arms of the chaise. I blushed deeply, knowing how exposed I was to him, and knowing that he could see everything with my legs spread so wide like this. But as he began to kiss his way down my belly, the heat blooming between my legs took over, and I wasn’t embarrassed any more.

I was on fire.

Rourke’s tongue dragged over my lips, and I my entire body convulsed with pleasure. I moaned wildly, throwing my head back and letting my jaw drop at the pleasure I’d never even come close to feeling before it exploded through my body.

Oh my God, this is the best thing ever.

His tongue dragged through my slit again tasting my wetness and dragging up to swirl around my clit. I panted, my chest rising and falling and my blood pounding through my veins as my gorgeous, dominant, sexy as sin fiancé pushed his tongue deep inside my pussy. He groaned into me, using his tongue to fuck me slowly and make my whole world explode around me. Hands pushed my legs wide and skimmed up my thighs, spreading my lips for him as he teased my opening with his hot, wet tongue.

He moved higher, his lips wrapping around my clit and gently sucking. I cried out, my hands sliding into his hair, and when his tongue began to flick over my aching little bud, my hips bucked hard against him.

Rourke groaned, tasting me deeply and giving my clit a long, teasing lick before he pulled away.

“Fuck, you taste like honey and candy, Princess,” he growled, dipping down to run his tongue over me again. “I think you like getting this sweet pussy pampered like this.”

I whimpered, nodding my head eagerly, my eyes wide and my mouth still open as I watched him lower again and run his tongue over my clit.

“So eager, so fucking responsive. Like you were made to be mine.”

I cried out as his tongue plunged back inside of me, swirling deep and making my hips buck against his face. He traced his wicked tongue higher, teasing my clit in slow circles until I was sure I was going to explode. His hands slid up my body, teasing over every rib until they found my breasts. He cupped them, fingers pinching my nipples as pleasure I’d never known or even dreamed of exploded through my body.

Slowly, and then faster, everything started to burn, like a wildfire catching through a forest, until my whole body was on fire. His hands cupped my breasts and teased my nipples, and when his lips fastened around my clit and his tongue swirled around it again and again, I started to fall. Rourke groaned into me — this hungry, animalistic, manly growl, and the vibrations shoved me over the edge.

I screamed into my hands, my whole body bucking up against his face as his perfect, wicked tongue sent me reeling. The orgasm tore through me, one hand clamped over my mouth and the other tight in his hair as his tongue teased me again and again, right through my climax until I was gasping for air — until whimpering little mewling sounds were the only ones I could make.

Rourke kissed my pussy softly, making me whimper before he slowly kissed his way up my belly and up over my breasts. His tongue swirled hungrily over a nipple as one of his hands slid up towards my lips.

“Open your mouth, Princess,” he growled softly.

I hesitated, and Rourke pulled away from my nipple to move closer to my lips.

“Open your mouth, beautiful, and taste how fucking sweet you are.”

Panting, my heart racing, I slowly did as he said. I opened my mouth. Rourke’s finger slipped between my lips, and when my tongue swirled over it, I whimpered.

He hadn’t lied. I tasted sweet.

He growled as he watched me clean his finger, before suddenly, his lips were searing to mine, his tongue dancing with mine around his finger. I whimpered, the rush of how dirty this was blazing through me, until I was kissing him back with everything I had, pulling him into my mouth and tasting my honey on his lips.

“Now you see how sweet that little pussy is,” he purred, his eyes burning into mine. “And why I can’t wait to claim all of you.”

“When?” I panted, immediately blushing at how eager I sounded.

Rourke just grinned though, fire jumping in his eyes.

And the thing is, I was eager. Really, really eager.

“Soon, baby girl,” he purred, kissing me deeply. “Soon, you’re going to be mine. Your father—”

“What about my father?”

The words came out sharper than I’d meant them to, but his words had surprised me.

Rourke smiled kindly, pulling me close and kissing me tenderly.

“My father had a lot of respect for him,” he said softly. “And I know your father would want this marriage done properly.”

I bit my lip, blushing.

“This is proper?”

Rourke grinned. “Not exactly. But I won’t take this,” his hand slid between my legs and cupped my pussy, dragging a finger through my lips and making me moan.

“I won’t claim this until you’re my bride. So soon, Princess,” he purred, his lips brushing mine. “Soon, it won’t just be my tongue I have you coming all over.”