Page 28 of A True King

“I don’t know. I don’t think so, but at this point, who the hell knows. I used to feel confident in who I could and couldn’t trust, but after this past year, I’m afraid I don’t know friend from foe anymore,” he admits as he sits up beside me.

Our faces are so close together that I can feel the air leaving his mouth. “Christian?”

“Yes?”

“How do you live, knowing you are never really safe?”

He studies me for a long moment. “No one is ever really safe. Something bad could happen to anyone at any given moment.”

“But most people only have to worry about car accidents, diseases, and maybe a tornado or hurricane. You have to worry about people wanting to kill you just because of who your parents are.”

“Well, to quote Shakespeare, ‘Fear the worst oft cures the worst,’” he states.

I roll my eyes. “I think we both know that’s a crock of shit. You can’t stop bad things from happening.”

“You’re right, but I can try.”

I let myself fall back on the ground. Closing my eyes, I let the sun warm me as I contemplate his words. There’s no way the royal family can predict everything bad that can happen. Clearly, that’s true because if they could, then the queen would still be alive.

I feel the sun’s rays disappear and I open one eye to find Christian peering down at me. “Penny for your thoughts?”

“I’m not sure a penny is enough.”

“Can I just say that if life were up to me, I’d stay right here forever, so I can watch you this closely, uninterrupted by life,” he says with a smile.

“I’m not that interesting.”

“On the contrary, you are the most interesting person that I’ve ever met.” He runs a finger along my cheek and down my neck. “Each and every part of you fascinates me.”

“Every part?” I ask with a smirk.

His grin widens as his finger circles my nipple that’s pebbled against my shirt and then trails down my belly to between my legs, where he presses, making me let out a whoosh of air.

“Every part,” he confirms in a low voice before leaning down to kiss me.

My eyes flutter closed as I feel his lips against mine. His hand skims my waistband before slipping inside and cupping my sex. I squirm against him, wanting more, needing the friction in the worst way possible.

I reach for my riding tights and start pulling them down my legs alongside my panties as I kick out of my boots. I let my legs fall to the side as Christian continues to kiss me, but his hand now has access to where I need it most.

He teases me, running a single finger up and down my seam.

“Please,” I beg beneath him.

His lips curve up and he slides a single finger inside of me. I moan as he begins to move it, slowly, in and out while his thumb rubs circles around my bundle of nerves, making me pant and beg for more.

“We have all the time in the world,” he hushes me, but adds a second finger and curls it. He knows where I need him to touch, and he knows I’m close. Part of me wants to curse at him and the other wants to relish in his languid pace, enjoying each subtle movement.

“God damn, I’ve missed this pussy,” he murmurs as he nips at my lower lip. He slowly kisses down my throat. My body stills with anticipation as he bites on one nipple through the fabric and then the other before continuing down my body until he’s comfortably lying between my legs. He lays a light kiss on my clit and pulls his head back as he traces my folds with one hand while the other still pumps inside me.

“You are so beautiful here like you were sculpted just for me,” he whispers as he leans forward and begins to suck and lick each place his finger has traced.

It’s when he adds a third finger and sucks right where I need him that I come undone. I cry out into the empty meadow as my orgasm rips through me like a hurricane.

I hear a bird squawk in the distance, but besides that, the only thing I can hear is my breath mixed with Christian’s. I hear clothing move and then I feel his erection pressing into me. He fills me in a single thrust. I can tell he’s close already because he doesn’t take his time, he pumps fast and hard and my body builds up to that pinnacle once more.

“Come with me,” he says after a few minutes, his breath ragged from his exertion. He tilts his hips and his pelvis grinds against my sex as he continues his fast past. I feel my body tightening around him as his cock begins to jerk and that’s all it takes for me to go falling over the edge again.

He slows his pace as he makes one final thrust and then falls to his forearms over me. His lips press against mine.

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