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He groans at my touch. Just the encouragement I needed.

I move up and down on his cock, occasionally stopping to kiss the top. Pearls of moisture are collecting there and I lick them away.

“Wyn, you better stop,” he warns me and I grin.

“Why would I do that?”

“I want to come inside you, not like this.”

“Why not both?” I counter, surprising myself. I swallowed once before, with a boyfriend who I didn’t actually like that much, and I hated it. But for some reason, I think that it would be different with Frost. He’s my Guardian, he’s so much more than a boyfriend. He’s bonded to me, and his body is already bound to mine.

A knock on the door makes both of us jump a little.

“Your Highness, there’s a messenger!”

I sigh in frustration, before removing the wards around the door so they can hear my answer.

“I’ll be in the throne room in ten minutes!” I shout and immediately put the yellow glow back.

“Seems like you get your wish,” I mutter to Frost and change my position, climbing on top of him until his cock is touching my entrance. “No time for more.”

He laughs. “We can always continue once you’ve dealt with that messenger.”

With that, he pushes up his hips and enters me in one long thrust.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for so long,” he whispers as his thrusts are becoming quicker. “Just you and me, none of the others.”

I put my hands on his chest and lower my pelvis, giving him even more access. He takes my breasts in his hands, massaging them gently.

“You should have said something,” I reply, but it comes out as a moan as he suddenly pulls on my nipples.

“I knew I’d get my chance,” he chuckles. “Now, do that scream again, the one with the moans and the shudders.”

“Are you taking the piss?”

“Not at all. Scream for me, Princess. Show me how much you like it.”

His hands leave my breasts and he grips my hips, pushing me down harder on his cock as he increases his rhythm even more. I’m close to the edge and let go of all that’s holding me back. Just like he wanted, I moan loudly, not caring how porn-like that sounds.

One more thrust and I’m pushed over the edge, contracting around him as I arch my back and scream in pleasure.

Moments later, he pushes in hard and shudders, before coming himself with a groan. He doesn’t stop though, pounding again and again until I ride yet another wave of ecstasy, coming apart in his arms.

Chapter Nine

The messenger looks as exhausted as he is dirty. He’s left muddy footprints all over the throne room and I pity the people who’ll have to clean up later on.

“Give the man some water,” I tell one of the servants and she scuffles off, returning moments later with a pitcher of water and a glass.

The messenger drinks it greedily.

“Thank you, my lady,” he says with a deep voice. “I need to talk to the Queen.”

I cringe. “Queen Beira is currently unavailable but I am her daughter, so you can tell me whatever message you had for my mother.”

He blanches and does a hasty bow.

“Forgive me, I didn’t know, Your Highness.” He looks around the people watching us curiously. “You may want to listen to this message in private.”