The next few days pass in a blur. Under no circumstances are we to tell anyone that we’re already married, and even though a few very blurry pictures alleged to be the two of us in Montblanche surface, those are easy enough to deny.

We’re already getting married, why would we have eloped?

But every night, Leo comes and sleeps in my bed. Well, we don’t sleep, at least not at first, though after a few rounds we usually drift off, his arms around me.

Waking up next to him is the best.

* * *

“Hurry up,” I say, impatient. The ceremony was supposed to start fifteen minutes ago, and even though no one expects a wedding to be on a time, I’d at least like to get fake-married today.

And then I’d like to get past the dinner and the dancing to tonight, to what Leo’s promised me every night since he took me in the castle store room.

I’m nervous, but I’m excited and dear God am I aroused at the thought. I know I probably shouldn’t be, because butts are pretty gross, but when Leo puts his fingers there?

Or when he puts his tongue there? It feels mind-blowingly good, even moreso because it’s the sort of thing that nice, innocent princesses aren’t supposed to do.

“This would go faster if you hadn’t picked the dress with ten thousand buttons,” Katarina responds, still fiddling with the closure.

I feel slightly bad for wearing a white wedding dress and not being a virgin, but I’m also pretty sure it doesn’t matter. I’m also pretty sure that virtually no one in the modern world is still a virgin when they get married — except me, of course, but that was... different.

“It’s a nice dress,” I say. “And it was the royal seal of approval.”

Katarina just snorts. The royal seal of approval is pretty tough, and this dress only got it because it’s got a lace overlay that’s long-sleeve, making it appropriately modest for a Tomassian wedding.

Poor Katarina, who somehow talked our parents into letting her marry two men at the same time, practically had to wear a nun’s habit.

“Okay,” she finally says, stepping away. She’s got one hand on her enormous belly as she surveys me. “You’re just about ready to go. Where’s your bouquet?”

“Here,” volunteers Florentina, who was sitting quietly on a chair this whole time, just watching.

“Thanks,” I say.

“You look nice,” Florentina says softly.

“You do too,” I tell them both, dressed in matching blue dresses. “Ready to go get me married?”

* * *

Even though this isn’t our real wedding ceremony, it somehow feels that way. Not that the first one didn’t — but they feel different, and I’m glad I’m doing this one, marrying Leo in front of both our families and our kingdoms.

Maybe now the rumors will finally stop. I don’t think that everyone will stop seeing him as a beast, but maybe having a queen and children will help his image out some.

After the ceremony, we eat a huge banquet, though I’m too excited and nervous to eat more than a few bites. Now that the wedding part is over, I’m wet as hell with anticipation of what comes next.

Then we dance. It’s only polite that I dance with most of the men in attendance, even though the only one I really want to dance with is my new husband. Every time we lock eyes on the dance floor he gives me a long, slow, burning look that just about lights me on fire.

At last, at last, the dance ends. The band plays us out, and there’s a horse and carriage to take us to a secluded cabin on the palace grounds — our person honeymoon suite.

When we arrive, Leo steps out, then holds his hand out for me.

“Princess,” he says, smiling, and I take his hand.

Before I’m out of the carriage he’s lifting me in his arms, and as the carriage drives off he pushes open the cottage door, carrying me across the threshold, and he kicks it shut behind him before carrying me straight to the bedroom and putting me down on the bed.

Even though it’s a cabin, it’s still a royal cabin, with antique furniture that’s probably a hundred years old at least, everything sumptuous, outfitted in velvet and silk. The bed is an enormous four-poster bed, the posts reaching for the ceiling, all the furniture beautifully finished and hand-carved.

Also, there’s a huge mirror in a gilded frame, pointed directly at the bed.

Instantly, he’s on me, crushing my mouth with his, hungrily devouring me. I grab at his jacket and shirt, wanting to get them off of his perfect, chiseled body already, but he pushes my hands away.

“We do things my way tonight, Princess,” he says, and pushes the skirt of my wedding dress over my hips.

I did wear panties today, because it seemed too risky not to, but in half a second he’s torn my thong off my body and his tongue is on my lips, sliding between them and lapping at my clit.

Heat rockets through me, and I moan. There’s something especially urgent about Leo right now, like he’s got some deep, unnameable hunger that demands to be satisfied.

He licks harder, lapping and sucking at my clit and I moan helplessly, turning my face toward the sheets on the bed. Leo’s always been fucking amazing with his tongue, but now that he’s been practicing on me I swear he can make me come in a matter of seconds.

Then his fingers part my lips and plunge inside me, stroking my sensitive inner wall, and I come almost instantly.

Leo doesn’t wait for me to finish, and I’m still trembling as he flips me over onto my hands and knees, pulling me toward him and he pushes his fingers back inside me. His tongue moves from my clit upward, and I hold my breath in anticipation of what’s coming.

Slowly, he licks me there, and I exhale in a rush, still gripping the bedsheets tight. It’s so dirty, so wrong, but it feels so good as he coaxes me to another orgasm, tongue lavishing attention on my puckered back hole.

This time I whimper his name when I come, and when I’m finished, aftershocks still rattling through me, he crawls over me and kisses the back of my neck.

“I love how dirty you are,” he says, something he tells me every night. “You’re fucking perfect.”

He kisses my neck slowly.

“And I’m going to fuck you in the ass tonight, Princess,” he goes on, sending a shiver down my spine. “But I’m going to make you come every way I know how first.”

Leo slides his hands down my back, gently, seductively, and then stops midway.

Suddenly he grabs the fabric and pulls. The dress tears and tiny buttons go flying all over the room, and I gasp in shock, but it’s so fucking hot that I don’t mind.

He keeps going, tearing my wedding dress with his bare hands, ripping the white fabric apart until he tosses it away and pulls me backward against his body, tearing my bra away until I’m naked and he’s fully clothed.

We’re facing the mirror, and he’s looking over my shoulder, his hands all over me. I’ve never watched myself like this before, but it’s sexy, seeing what he’s doing to me.

And thinking about what he’s going to do.

Leo kneels on the bed and pulls me onto his lap, holding tightly onto my hips so I don’t slide off. The massive spike of his erection is right underneath me, and I can’t help but writhe against, rubbing him against my most sensitive spots.

“Fuck, you’re sexy,” he says into my ear, one hand wandering up to pinch a nipple. “Do you like watching yourself, Princess?”

“I do now,” I murmur.

“Good,” he says. “Because you’re going to watch yourself take my cock.”

He lets me go, pulling his shirt off before tilting me forward onto my hands and knees. In a flash, he’s naked as well, thick erection jutting out proudly, and he kneels again on the bed behind me.

I bite my lip, waiting. Anticipating that sweet, glorious moment when he slides into me, that moment when the world starts exploding.

But instead he pulls me back so I’m kneeling over him, both of us facing the mirror, my legs straddling his. He shifts slightly, his hands on my hips, and then, finally, he’s at my entrance.

“Fuck me, Princess,” he growls, and pulls me back onto his cock.

I gasp and moan, nearly going off balance, but Leo’s strong hands hold me upright.

“Leo,” I sigh, pleasure fizzing through my body the way it always does. In moments he’s sunk completely inside me, filling me up and hitting every single spot inside me, and I bite my lip, rocking back and forth.

It feels good, like I never want to stop even after I come again and again.

“Open your eyes,” he murmurs, and I obey, looking at the mirror, and suddenly, there we are. Leo’s hands are roaming all over my body, and I’m moving slowly, my breasts bouncing a little as I watch him disappear inside me.

I’ve never watched myself like this before, and it’s... hot.

Leo’s hands tighten on me, and before I know it I’m moving up and down on his cock, watching him fill me completely with every stroke. It’s intoxicating, and even though I’ve already come twice, I can feel the wave building inside me, threatening to burst free.

“I love watching you fuck me,” Leo says. “Almost as much as I love feeling you come when I’m inside you.”

I can’t stop watching, because it’s hypnotic and beyond sexy, and I come with both eyes open, Leo watching me over my own shoulder. Just as I climax he pulls me down onto him hard, going as deep as he possibly can, letting me jolt and writhe against him with his face against my ear.

“That feels so good,” I whimper. I’m still rolling my hips, moving him inside me just a little. “Leo, I come so hard when you’re inside me.”

Leo kisses my cheek gently, but then he wraps one arm around my waist and pitches me forward, onto my hands and knees, cock still buried deep. I gasp at the impact, toes curling, and he grabs a pillow, shoving it under my hips.

And then he fucks me like he can’t take it any more, as hard as he ever has. In seconds I’m on my elbows, ass high in the air as he plows into me, mercilessly, again and again, his enormous cock going deep with every stroke and hitting every single spot inside my channel.

All I can do is moan, and I think I’m moaning his name but I don’t even know. I don’t want him to stop, I just want him to keep going, hard and fast and so so good.

I come again, all the muscles in my body shaking and trembling, and I swear to God I scream his name into the pillow under my face. It’s the only word I can think, let alone say.

As it ends, Leo pulls out. I take a deep breath and look up, about to beg him not to stop, but he’s reaching over me and to the bedside table, where he pulls out a clear bottle.

My eyes go wide, and he leans over me, kissing me roughly. I’m prone, completely vulnerable, utterly submissive right now but I still want this. I want him all night, then all day, and into forever.

“You didn’t forget, did you?” he murmurs.

The top clicks off the bottle, and I can hear him squeezing something.

“No,” I whisper.

Leo slides one finger between my buttocks, the length of my cleft, and right onto my puckered back hole.

I gasp as he stokes me gently, then pushes it in, slowly, and the sensation’s like nothing else, a little strange but good in a way that sends shivers over my whole body.

“Don’t stop,” I moan.

Leo slides a second finger into my ass, and I grab the sheets in a handful. Moments later his cock is at my entrance again, and he slides into me and I cry out, filled in both holes.

It feels so good I can’t even think, just make noise as he fucks me slowly, carefully, then slides in a third finger.

I come again. It’s fucking uncontrollable, almost embarrassing how he has this level of control over my body, but I don’t care. As long as he’s doing this, I don’t care.

He pulls out. I’m panting for breath and pretty sure I couldn’t move right now if my life depended on it, but I still want more. I want more until I can’t come any more.

I want to give him everything I have, give him every part of my body. Make him feel half as good as he makes me.

“Relax,” Leo murmurs, and then the tip of his cock is at my back entrance.