Chapter 28

Alexander

I shot upright, holding Tamara’s face with one hand. “What did you say?”

“Yes.” She smiled, then giggled. “Yes!”

“Yes!” I screamed, not caring who heard me. I picked her up in my arms and we swung in a circle, laughing together like children. I set her back on her feet and grabbed the ring, slipping it onto her outstretched finger. It fit perfectly.

Then I pulled her in and kissed her like the world was on fire.

“I love you,” I murmured between kisses. “Fuck, I love you.”

“I love you too.” Her voice was hoarse, breaths heavy. “Now let’s get off this roof. I’ve got a room downstairs.”

Heat lanced down my spine and I growled in my throat. My cock twitched to life, and I wondered if we’d even get as far as the room. Tamara grabbed my hand and pulled me behind her, swinging open the door and practically racing down the hall. She jammed her finger into the call button. My ring sparkled on her hand.

The doors slid open and the second she pressed the button for her floor, I slammed my fiancé against the wall and claimed her mouth. She moaned into my lips. I deepened the kiss, spearing my tongue into her mouth to stroke hers. My hands traveled the plains of her body with fingers that had been burning to touch her since I last let her go. Her hips, her ass, her delicate curved waist, all felt like heaven to me. I was home.

The doors opened and we tumbled out, laughing as we made our way down the hallway.

When had I ever been this happy? This violently, perfectly happy? Tamara made me feel things I didn’t even know it was possible to feel after the loss of my mom. She made me feel things I didn’t even know it was possible to feel period. She was my savior.

And now she was mine forever.

We crashed through Tamara’s door and into the empty hotel room without coming up for air. We found the bed by touch alone, and I lowered her onto it like she was a precious jewel.

The taste of her mouth, her skin, was so familiar to me and yet so foreign all the same. How had I nearly forgotten the way her lips felt like silk on my neck? How had I let the memory of her eyelashes brushing my cheeks slip my mind? I committed each sensation to memory like I might never experience it again. Her hand on my back, pulling my shirt from my trousers. Her lips feathering down my neck, making my pulse jump.

Hot desire flooded my balls and I jammed my knee between her legs, hiking up her already short dress until I rubbed against the cotton of her panties. Tamara hissed.

“Alexander...”

“Yes, Kitty Kat?” I pulled my shirt off and let it fall to the floor.

She looked up at me with hooded eyes. Pleading eyes. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” I hovered over her, taking in the curve of her chin and the bottomless darkness in her eyes. Her lips burned cherry red against her caramel skin, tempting and sweet. I leaned in to taste them.

Tamara’s fingers explored the muscles of my chest. Her nails scraped down my abs, stopping just above my belt buckle, then she cupped me through my pants. I grew harder against her palm, pulsing with need.

“I want to suck you,” she said, and electricity zapped my groin.

I rolled onto my back and Tamara straddled me. She lifted her dress over her head and flung it across the room, revealing a plain black bra and panties that made my mouth water. Her tits looked sensational, barely contained in their cups. She smiled saucily and undid the clasps of her bra, setting them free.

I sat up, sucking one nipple into my mouth, cupping her other breast in my hand and squeezing. Tamara leaned back and moaned.

I moved to the other breast and hiked her further up my body, grinding her pussy against my bulge. I was shaking with desire. Blind with lust. I grazed my teeth over her nipple and made her jump, then soothed my bite with a kiss.

Tamara surprised me, shoving me back against the bed with two hands on my chest. She was breathing heavy, lips parted enticingly.

“I told you I want your dick in my mouth, your royal highness,” she said. “Now sit back and let me suck your cock.”

“Fuck.” I nearly came just from her dirty talk. “Can’t argue with that.”

She smirked and unzipped my pants, guiding them and my boxers down my legs and off. She grabbed my swollen cock and it looked gigantic in her tiny hands.

I held my breath as Tamara shimmied down, settling between my thighs with her mouth poised above the tip. I swallowed.

She started slow, teasing me by kissing the tip, licking the precum but going no further. Then she took one long lick up the side and I groaned.

“Kitty Kat...” I don’t know whether it was a plea or a warning. I was powerless to her touch and would’ve done every goddamn thing she said. I just needed her mouth on me.

Tamara chuckled and licked again, this time on the other side. She zigzagged her tongue artfully and then sucked the tip between her lips. My hands bunched in the sheets.

Without warning, Tamara swallowed me down to the root.

“Fuck!” I cried out. Her mouth was hot, wet, heavenly. She bobbed up and down my shaft, massaging my balls in one hand and gripping my shaft hard with the other. Stars exploded behind my eyelids.

I looked down at her and bit my lip as she stared up at me innocently, like it was a lollypop in her mouth and not a hard dick. I swore again and my head fell back against the pillows.

Tamara doubled her assault, swirling her tongue around the head each time she came up, then sucking right back down. My knees quaked. I gripped the back of her head by the hair and guided her a little deeper, a little faster. She moaned at my touch and it vibrated down my shaft.

“I’m gonna come,” I moaned. “Fuck, Kitty Kat. Yes.”

She moaned again and kept sucking. Tension pooled in my groin, tighter and tighter, until finally...

I came hard, filling her mouth. Tamara kept sucking, milking my cock for cum and swallowing it. Everything went black, and I soon realized I was squeezing my eyes shut so hard I was making myself see fireworks. My eyelids fluttered open and I my heart jumped when I looked down to see Tamara licking the sides of my shaft, like she needed to get every last drop.

She smiled at me. “That was fun.”

“Get up here.” I hauled her up my chest and kissed her hard. “Give me five minutes and I’m going show you just how fun that was.”

Tamara giggled. “I can’t wait.”

I bundled her against my chest, enjoying the smell of her hair. “Who do you think we should tell first?”

Tamara stiffened. “About the wedding thing?”

I laughed. “Yes, about the wedding thing.”

“I don’t know.” She looked up at me. “Maybe your family?”

My family would have the most to say, and it would be easier in the long run to get them out of the way first. They would likely disapprove, but let them. I didn’t care. I meant what I said when I proposed—no matter what happened, I wanted to be with Tamara forever. They could disinherit me for all the good that would do.

“That’s a good idea,” I said. “And after we tell your family, we’ll need to make an official statement. I’ll have Edward assist me.”

“An official statement,” she repeated quietly. “Like a press conference? Am I going to get grilled about this?”

“Shh,” I whispered, stroking her back. “Relax, my love. Everything’s going to be fine.” I kissed her forehead. “We have each other.”

“We do,” she agreed. “I just need to remember that.”

I smiled. I could already see what the papers would say about me marrying the Princess of Nowhere star.

It looked like after all my complaining, I would marry a princess after all.