Page 69 of His Accidental Princess

“Hmph! It took you long enough to make a move on me. How long is the proving bit going to take? I’m not a very patient woman, Your Highness,” I said sharply.

It still rankled that he had allowed me to break off our betrothal and move to Goa.

“I think it all worked out for the best. Not the bit where a crazy woman tried to kill you,” he added hastily when I raised my head to glare at him. “But the bit where we discovered our love for each other without any pressure from anyone else.”

“What do you mean?”

“If we had gone ahead with the wedding, would you ever have completely believed that I married you because I loved you?”

He had a point.

“Maybe not, because I knew you didn’t want to marry me.”

He sighed.

“It’s not as simple as that. I agree that I was terrified of being married to you, but that was because I didn’t know you at all. If I didn’t know what you wanted from life, how could I go about making you happy?”

“All of this could heartache have been prevented if you had only kissed me at least once when we were betrothed. And I threw myself at you so hard! But it was as if you were made of granite. Cold and unfeeling,” I complained.

“That’s because I got as hard as granite whenever you came near me, you evil witch. I was dying to make love to you, and I was heartily ashamed of myself because you had absolutely no choice in that damned betrothal. Our fathers fixed it, and our families enforced it. But no one thought to ask you if you were okay with it. I refused to touch you unless I knew for sure that you wanted me as much as I wanted you,” he explained.

I stared at him for a moment, and then I cocked an eyebrow at him.

“Hard as granite, you say? Do you have any evidence to back up this claim, You Highness?”

Wordlessly, DV bent and picked me up. He was very gentle and mindful of my injuries, taking care not to jostle me too much.

“Lead on, Princess,” he said, and I pointed him in the direction of his cottage.

He didn’t so much as breathe heavily as he carried me into the house. My Bond Boy was in top physical condition. Unlike me. My heart was racing hard enough to give me a coronary.

He took me straight to the bedroom and set me down on the bed carefully.

Then, he took my hands and examined the rope burns on my wrists. I knew we were both dying to make love to each other, but we had to get this bit of ugliness out of the way before we got to our rainbows and sunshine.

Slowly, painfully, I told him everything that had happened after I walked away from him. He didn’t say a word. He just kissed every cut, scrape, burn and bruise on my body. And that took a long time because there were so many.

Then he lay me on the bed and pulled off my clothes gently before he began to worship my body with his lips and hands. He stroked and licked his way down my body, leaving me shaking with desire.

“Hold it, Mister. It’s my turn today,” I gasped, as I pulled away from him and attacked his clothes. “I think those granite claims need to be investigated thoroughly.”

His Cockiness lay back on the bed with his legs splayed wide, and his arms crossed over his head, as I took my time kissing that trail of chest hair that led downwards. I pulled his boxers off and licked my lips as I stared at his hardness.

I had never done this before, and I was nervous I’d do something he didn’t like. Oh, for fuck’s sake, it was hardly rocket science, I told myself firmly before I bent to lick the tip of his erection. Once, twice, thrice. I licked my way up his length and then kissed my way down again. When I heard him groan with pleasure, I became bolder and took him into my mouth. His fingers clawed the bedsheets by the sides of his head, and the hard lines of his face looked like they had been carved from… well,granite!

I had barely begun to suck on him harder when he grabbed my hair gently and pulled me away. His eyes blazed at me when he rolled me over onto my back and loomed over me. I spread my legs and wound them around his hips, as he put on a condom swiftly.

He searched my eyes for a long moment, and whatever he saw in them must have been enough, for he bent and kissed me deeply as he thrust into me in one smooth move. I wound my legs around him even higher as I matched him stroke for stroke, clenching my core around him each time. DV squeezed my breasts and pinched my nipples, making me moan with desire.

He began to move harder, slamming into me, almost driving me into the headboard. I yelped when my head banged against it, and he cradled the top of my head with his hands but didn’t slow down his strokes. I urged him on with little cries of pleasure and raked my nails down his back when the tingles began, first in my toes and then spreading rapidly through my body.

It didn’t take too long for me to go over the edge, and I gasped into his mouth as I came apart in his arms, my uterus beginning to spasm with the force of my orgasm. DV began to come almost simultaneously, shuddering into the crook of my neck, his hardness flexing inside me as I milked him dry.

When we caught our breath, he rolled me over and spooned me until I fell asleep in his arms. Barely hours later, he woke me up again with his tongue licking circles around my clit as his fingers pumped in and out of me. This was my new favourite way to wake up, I decided because waking up to an orgasm was the best feeling on earth.

EPILOGUE

TASHA

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