Page 57 of Royal Catch
“Which was exactly what they needed to hear.” He sets me back on my feet and kisses me, a swift hard kiss. “You really are a knight-ess in shining armor. You saved the prince.”
“And I saved a princess too.” I brandish an imaginary sword, and he laughs. I love to see him so happy. I am, too, giddy with it. My limbs are light, my heart so full I could float away from sheer joy.
“What’s next for your knightly acts?” He winks. “I have some ideas.”
I go up on tiptoe and kiss him. “I’ve got to get to work. Give me a tour of this place. I have to figure out where the royal fantasy suite should go.”
“As you wish. We might have to test out a few places if it’ll be used for a honeymoon suite too.”
“Of course! We—ah!” He just tossed me over his shoulder!
His big hand clamps on my ass, and he’s hustling me down the hall. Next thing I know, we’re in a bedroom. He kicks the door closed, sets me on my feet, and before I can check out the room for fantasy-suite potential, he’s got me pinned against the wall.
He flashes a wolfish smile before he lifts me, his mouth devouring mine. I wrap my arms and legs around him and kiss him back passionately.
His hand slips up my dress, snagging on the string of my thong. “Honeymoon suite needs testing,” he says against my lips before giving the thong a sharp tug, ripping it. His fingers slide inside me, pumping into me as his thumb strums an orgasmic tune. “Test, test, test.”
My head arches back as pleasure floods my body. “Yes!” And then there are no words. I’m panting, hurtling toward release, mindlessly writhing against his hand. Everything in me coils tight. His mouth covers mine just as I peak, swallowing my harsh cry, easing me back to earth. Once I stop moaning, he sets me back on my feet.
I’m floating in a pleasant haze, eyes closed, leaning lazily back against the wall while Gabriel does whatever. I assume he’s stripping. I slowly become aware long minutes have passed, and open my eyes. He strides toward me, gloriously naked, condom on.
“Wow.” I’m about to make a joke about the abundance of condoms in the royal guest rooms, but that’s as far as I get because he’s on me. He lifts me up and takes me in one swift thrust. I gasp at the sudden invasion, a shockwave of pleasure rippling through me. He’s hot and thick, an exquisite ache.
He stills, deep inside me, his hand coming up to hold my head, his eyes burning into mine. “Anna.”
I love hearing my real name. I love the passion, love the intensity, just plain love our love. “I love you, Gabriel.”
He kisses me tenderly. “I love you, my queen.”
“You’re the most amazing man I’ve ever met.”
His thumb strokes my cheek, his voice rough. “And you are my heart.”
I blink back tears that quickly vanish as Gabriel’s mouth covers mine, his hips pumping slow and deep into me. Within minutes, the slow tenderness morphs into heart-pounding primal fucking, the wall at my back, Gabriel’s hard body against my front. My world narrows down to the heat in Gabriel’s eyes, his hands gripping my hips, his deep powerful thrusts carrying me higher and higher. A throaty cry rips from my throat, my body clamping down on him as I climax, and then he goes over with a harsh guttural groan.
I go limp, sated and relaxed. He shifts his hold on me, banding an arm around my lower back, keeping me in place between him and the wall.
I smile what I’m sure is a huge goofy grin. “This room totally works for a honeymoon suite.”
He cradles my jaw and kisses me, gentler now, but thorough, like he can’t stop kissing me. I’m drunk on it, drunk on him.
Long moments later, he lifts his head. “There might be a better choice. We’ll have to continue our search for the perfect spot. It could take a while. This is a big palace.”
I rock against him. “I’ll say.”
He smiles against my mouth, kisses me again deeply, and I’m home for good.
Epilogue
Anna
“You’re free!” I grab Polly in the backseat of the rented Hummer with tinted windows and hug her fiercely. We’ve just come from her trial. No jail time, woo-hoo!
She pulls back and smiles at me warmly. “All thanks to you, cousin.” She turns to Gabriel. “And you too. Thank you so much for your help. And your discretion.”
My cousin is the height of royal manners. I see it now in the way she holds herself, the way she speaks more formally to Gabriel, one royal to another. And my wonderful princely fiancé pulled every string he had to get Polly a fantastic lawyer and to keep it all quiet.
Gabriel smiles. “I was happy to help, though I’m afraid you still have the probation tying you here.”
