Hunter

She wants to know about me. The things I don’t tell anyone else.

“What you see is what you get with me, Sunshine. I’m not complicated.”

“I don’t know, Hunter. It seems like you tell yourself and anyone who will listen that you don’t give a crap, but then you start talking about the environment and your country and your research. It seems like you actually care a lot about Cressia. Why are you fighting so hard against that?”

“Violet, you’re killing me. I think you’re reading too much into things.”

She shakes her head. “I’m not. I think you’re making your own life more complicated than it needs to be. You love this country. You can serve it, and you can be the King one day. You can have everything you want; stop fighting it so damn hard.”

“Oh, really?” I shake my head, not wanting to argue with Violet. “Does that mean I can consummate this impending marriage too? Because right now, Sunshine, that’s what I want most of all.”

“Hunter, I’m serious.” She groans. “Look, what do I know about ruling a country? I’m just a princess.” Violet shakes her head, smiling with a hint of red rising on her face. “Truly, though, I’m not trying to be intense with you. Seriously, Hunter, I’m not. I mostly want to get back to that place where we were in the snowcat. Back to when you told me you wanted to get me naked and do all sorts of things to me.

“I’m not trying to judge you or change you. I’m being pretty honest about where I’m coming from. I came here to marry you, because my father requested it. And you don’t want to marry me. And I get it; we’re both forced into something that we didn’t choose. But then when we’re together … don’t things seem … possible? You seem like someone I could give my everything to.”

“So you’re saying you could see us together?” I take a step toward her. The fire blazes behind us, and the night sprawls out as ours. Her words cause a streak of desire to cross my heart.

“I think so. Is that crazy?” She laughs nervously. “It feels crazy to say that. I mean, you’re Hunter, the most sought-after prince in the world, and I’m Violet, a princess with no experience from a bankrupt country. On paper we’re a terrible match. But in person? Maybe were not so—”

“Not so bad?” I put my hands around her waist and seize her. As I pull her to me, my hands cover her ass cheeks, the ones that are round and ready to be squeezed. I need this woman. “Because, Sunshine, I remember the way you pulled down your panties in the snowmobile. You were bad. We were bad.”

“Then maybe I want to be bad with you. Maybe we’re so bad, we’re good?”

My cock is hard again, her eyes are alive with passion, and I can’t hold back anymore. I don’t want to, and I don’t need to. I’m taking her now. I pull off my shirt, watching as she takes in my solid, chiseled chest. She moans—in a whisper, but I hear her—and as she looks me over, her eyes land on my hardening cock.

The rise and fall of her chest teases me. She unzips her jacket and drops it to the floor; I lift the hem of her sweater and pull it over her head. Her little tank top is in the way—I need to see her big round tits, and I need to touch them, suck them, bury my face in them.

I take the tank off, too, and then she’s before me in a sheer lacy bra, her nipples erect underneath the gauzy fabric. Damn, I want to lick those nipples. Twirl my tongue around the hard little buds. Leave a trail of kisses across her skin.

I unbutton my jeans, kick them off, and stand before for her in my boxer briefs, ready to see her in her little panties, ready to watch her slide them off her hips, ready for them to drop to the floor.

She takes off her pants and we’re left in our underclothes. Her stomach is flat and bronzed; she’s sun-kissed everywhere. Her hips are nice and curvy, and I’m already imagining her thighs wrapped around my face as I lick her cunt up and down.

“Are you ready for this?” I ask. “Because once we start, there’s no going back. You said you wanted to wait until our wedding night. That’s still three days away. I don’t want you to have any regrets, Violet.”

“I don’t think I could ever regret this.”

“There’s one benefit of consummating our marriage tonight.”

“Only one benefit, huh?” Violet teases. Her fingers hook in the waistband of her panties, and I know they’ll be on the floor in a moment. Then I can see her bare pussy in all its glory.

I’m ready to drop to my knees and lick her up and down. I want her sweet juices all over my face; I want to kiss her until she drips.

“One benefit being that no one will hear when you come over and over again. On our wedding night at the castle, everyone will be listening. But here, in the woods, there’s no one but us.”

“Then don’t make me wait any longer. Hunter, make me scream. Make me come. Make me a woman. And make me yours.”

I drop to my knees and pull off her little panties. The black lace hits the floor and my hands are on her ass, pulling her pussy to my face. I kiss her belly, and I kiss her entrance—inhaling her scent, memorizing her coconut lotion and her clear-sky skin. She tastes good.

My hands reach for her tits, rolling them in my hands like I dreamed of. I stand and unclasp her bra, groaning as I take in her full breasts, perky and bigger than I can hold in my hands. I pluck her nipples. Then I pull one into my mouth, sucking softly. My cock strains in my boxer briefs as I twirl my tongue over her hard bud. My erection presses against her belly, begging to be free.

“I want you on your back,” I tell her. “I want to lick you properly.”

She nods in submission, wanting to be told what to do.

On the floor, lying on the bearskin rug, her dark hair fans around her, her tits rising and falling with each breath she takes, her knees raised. I gently part her legs, coaxing them down, and I swear I’m going to explode at the vision before me.

“Violet, you are fucking perfect. Every inch of your skin is like a gift.”

“Don’t, Hunter,” she says, covering her face with her hands.

“Don’t what? Speak the goddamned truth?”

“You’ve been with so many women … do you really see me like that?”

“You’re more than a gift. You’re a treasure.”

I take hold of her hands, lower them from her eyes, and lean over her, kissing her softly. My body presses against hers, our skin connecting as desire envelopes us.

She moans against my mouth. I nibble at her bottom lip, restraining myself, because what I want is to fill her completely without looking back.

Because in this moment, when I look at her, I only see a future.