Chapter 6: Erik
I knocked on the door, adjusting the cuffs of my jacket as I waited for Carrie to open it. I hoped that she would enjoy tonight’s festivities and that we could spend a hell of a lot more time making up for lost time between us.
The door opened, and my breath left my lungs as I stared at her. “You’re gorgeous.”
She flushed, shaking out her emerald skirts. “I, thanks. I’m just glad that Jeanie made me bring these dresses with me.”
I took her hand, taking in the way the dress was slit up clear to one creamy thigh. “I owe Jeanie a king’s ransom.”
She laughed. “Just give her that guard she’s been eyeing, and she will be fine.”
I pressed a kiss to her forehead and pulled her along with me. “Come on. The car is waiting.”
We walked through the halls, and I could feel her tremble under my touch. I doubted it was because she wanted me so bad.
No, I knew she was nervous, and she had no thought to be. She was going to blow them away tonight, and I was proud to have her on my arm. After my discussion with my father, I knew where I hoped this would go, this thing between us.
We reached the entrance, and I grinned as I saw that the limo was out front. The driver helped Carrie in, and I climbed in after her, the door shutting behind me immediately. A moment later, we were off.
“This is nice,” she remarked as we pulled out of the palace and headed toward the mountainous range to the north, where the gala was to be held.
“See? There are perks to being royal,” I joked. She turned and smiled at me, though it was obvious that she was nervous. “Hey don’t be nervous.”
“It’s just, I can’t help it,” she stammered, drawing in a breath. “Royal gala? It’s enough to make anyone throw up.”
I laughed and placed my hand on her bare knee, caressing the soft skin there. “Why don’t you let me relax you then.”
She gave a bark of laughter. “Unless you have a bottle of alcohol in your coat, I don’t think it’s possible.”
I gave her a feral grin, glad that we were in the limo for this. She watched me as I dropped to the floor, my hand running up the slit in her dress. “Are you sure about that Carrie?”
“W-what are you doing Erik?” she breathed, her eyes dilating the higher my hand got.
“I’m relaxing you as only a prince can,” I said, kissing her bare knee as I touched her inner thigh with my fingers. She gasped as I inched them forward, brushing the silk lace of her panties.
“Erik,” she said. “We shouldn’t.”
“Ah darling,” I replied with a grin. “We should have a long time ago.”
Her face flushed as I pulled her toward me, pushing her dress higher until I could place my tongue against the lace. She smelled of paradise and tasted just as sweet.
“Oh my,” she started, her hands in my hair as I pressed a kiss to the center of her, my hand sliding them aside so that I could touch her hardened nub.
Her hands tightened in my hair as I tortured her with my tongue, her breathy gasps filling the space. I wanted to do so much more, but the fifteen-minute ride was not going to be enough.
“Oh,” she gasped before she stiffened, the explosion of her orgasm hit my tongue with full force. I growled as I stopped the torture, pressing my face against her leg as she shuddered around me, the limo filling with the delicious scent of her. My cock strained against my trousers, begging for the same sort of release but I willed it down. I didn’t want to take Carrie in the back of a car. I wanted her writhing under me where I could fuck her all night long.
“Well,” she finally said after a moment. “You have proved me wrong, your majesty.”
I chuckled and pushed away from her, taking the seat across from her to give her some space. The sight was fucking great from my vantage.
Carrie’s eyes roamed over my body until they landed on the bulge in my trousers. “Shall I do the same then?”
I cleared my throat, wishing desperately I could tell her yes. “Not enough time.”
“Too bad,” she answered, rearranging her skirts, her face flushed from her orgasm.
I had never seen anything more beautiful, and my heart clenched painfully in my chest. “Thank you for coming all this way to see me.”
She gave me a soft smile. “Thank you for the invite.”
The limo shuddered to a stop, and I blew out a breath. “Are you ready for this?”
She touched her hair and gave me a nod as the door opened. I climbed out and then reached back for her hand, ignoring the flash of the cameras as Carrie stepped out, sliding her arm in mine. “Smile and no one will ever know what you just did in the limo,” I said softly, only for her ears to hear.
She choked on her laughter as we walked down the roped brick area, waving at the waiting crowd before entering the mansion where the gala was being held.
“Your majesty!”
I turned and greeted the host and hostess, an influential couple in the country that was known for their generosity. Carrie released my arm, and I greeted them both with a nod and a smile. “Thank you for supporting this wonderful cause for another year.”
“It’s our greatest passion,” the hostess replied, her eyes on Carrie. “You will have the tabloids wagging after tonight your majesty.”
I gave her a wink. “I hope so.”
Turning back to Carrie, I introduced them to her, watching as she greeted them as if she had known the couple forever. My father’s well-placed concerns had me wondering if Carrie would even enjoy the requirements that came with being a royal, such as these sorts of events. Though I had grown up in this world, she had not, and I couldn’t even imagine how hard it would be to get used to this.
I just hoped she was willing to do so.