“Are you a virgin, Alena? Are you untouched for me?”

She nods, and I see the blush from her cheeks blossom on her breasts.

“When you are under me, you call me King,” I say, running my finger between her breasts. “I’m your god, princess. I’m the beginning and the end of your world. I will give you everything you ask and lay it all at your feet, but there is nothing beyond me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, my king.”

“You are absolutely perfect, princess. There isn’t anything on earth I’ve seen that is as lovely as what’s now mine.”

I place a kiss between her breasts, then run my nose along each one, feeling their softness. I kiss the underside of one and then take a nipple in my mouth. I give the same treatment to the next, and I hear a small whine come from her.

“Shall I kiss lower?” I ask, moving down her body slightly. “Such a beautiful body for me to pleasure.”

Her thighs open a little more for me, and I look down at the glistening nectar on her pussy. I lick my lips and look up to her soft blue eyes.

“I’m going to eat your sweetness, and then I’m going to give you mine.”





7





Alena





I have to be dreaming. Yes, that’s it. I tell myself this as Roman slides up my nightgown, revealing even more of me. I think my heart is going to beat out of my chest. Heat is taking over my entire body, and I shamelessly part my legs even more. I want to bare myself to him, want him to taste me there.

I let all concerns and doubts drift away in that moment. I don’t want to think about anything else but what he’s doing to my body and the things he’s making me feel.

He drags his nose down my belly, and I hear him breathing me in before he begins tasting me. When his warm tongue touches my skin, I come off the bed. His big hands grip my hips, holding me in place inches above the mattress. His dark eyes are on me, and I swear I see that same spark from before. The look makes me moan his name as control slips from me to him.

He growls against my skin as he grips me with his teeth. He doesn’t bite, but sucks me into his mouth, still holding me in his firm grasp.

“Tell me you’re my princess.”

“I’m yours.” It tumbles right out of my mouth without a thought, as if I’ve said it a thousand times.

He growls again. “I can’t wait,” I hear him say, and his mouth his on me again, except this time it lands right on my core.

My hands fly to the headboard, needing something to hold on to. He devours me as if he’s starved. He lifts me even higher, like he’s trying to get more of me inside his mouth. The sounds he’s making while his tongue slides in and out of me are ferocious. He’s licking my center and then my sweet spot. It’s more than I can take, and I can’t hold my body back.

My whole world explodes around me as I call out for my king. My body shakes, and I try to ground myself, but I can’t. He keeps eating at me, and half my body is still off the bed. Light blinds my view, and it’s the most wonderful sensation I’ve ever experienced.

“Please, have mercy, my king.” It’s all too much. All too new. I’ve never felt anything like this in my life. I know what sex is. I’ve even read some of Tabby’s romance books and talked with other princesses. But from what I’d been told, I didn’t think kings performed this act on a woman.

There were always lots of whispers that sex wasn’t that great. It was something that was our duty, and that was it. Husbands of royal status never gave what they got, but it was okay.