A wide smile graces his plump lips and he leans over, lightly placing his mouth against mine in a chaste kiss. “You knew that when you married me, darling.”
He goes to lean away but I place a hand on his neck before locking my legs around his waist. I pull and his warm, hard body lands on top of mine. This time, I’m the one leaving a trail of kisses on his neck. “Of course I did, it’s one of the reasons I made you mine.” My fingers wrap around the soft, black dreadlocks that flow past his shoulders as I trap him against me.
Kofu pulls his head back slightly, the brightness of his gorgeous eyes captivating as he stares down at me. “I believe I made you mine.” This time when his soft lips press against mine, they linger. My eyes flutter closed, and I tangle my lips with his as his hands wrap around me. Our bodies meld together, becoming one as his tongue traces my lips. My lips open on a groan as Kofu’s tongue sweeps into my mouth. A familiar, sweet taste fills my senses and sends shivers down my spine and tingles through my core.
Kofu’s hand moves up, brushing against my neck as his lips move in a path along my jawline. The hand not on my neck moves away from my back, moving under the hem of my gown. A blaze is set along my thigh as his hand inches higher and higher.
His mouth continues to press light kisses on my jaw before moving down my neck. His tongue darts out and teases my skin. I let out a moan. “More,” I demand as his hand finally gets just where I want it to be.
His fingers fiddle with the edge of my underwear before just as quickly it's gone and so is Kofu.
My eyes snap open and I find Kofu a foot away from the bed as he smiles at me, a slight crinkle forming between his brows. “I told you, my love, I have to go to work.” He moves away, toward our dresser, as I stare after him in shock. He retrieves a hair tie from the stand and pulls his locks back into a low bun. When his gaze returns to me, the smile that I fell in love with still rests on his face. “I have a prince to guard, and he hates it when I’m late.”
I plop back down on the bed, placing an arm over my eyes as I let out a groan. “Of course, dear husband,” I mutter sarcastically. I move my arm away slightly, peeping an eye at Kofu. “Because the prince is uber important.”
He lets out a laugh as he gathers his bag. “I’ll tell your brother you say hello.”
Chapter Two
I only lay in bed for a few moments longer after Kofu leaves.
Afterall, no matter how much I want to, a princess can’t lounge in bed all day. Not when one has as much to prove as I do.
My light mood passes as I roll to my feet. The soft fur of the rug under my feet brings me a familiar comfort and I take a deep breath.
Time to get my day started.
I move to my wardrobe, debating on today’s outfit. When my eyes land on a silky, gold day gown, I know it’ll be today’s choice. It's a comfortable dress, but still elegant so it’ll meet the approval of the court.
I strip out of my nightgown and pull the gold dress over my head. It morphs to my form, curving over my breasts and flowing out the rest of the way. I run a hand over it before moving over to my shoes. I place my feet in a pair of black heels that are still somewhat practical to walk in. I sit on the stool in front of my vanity as I snap the straps on the heels before turning and staring at myself in the mirror.
My dark skin complements smoky, grey eyes and white hair that flows down my back in curls. Grabbing a brush, I brush my hair back and twist it into a bun on the back of my head. It exposes my angular cheekbones and diamond earrings in my ears.
I force a smile on my face, practicing for when I leave the room and encounter the less than pleasant people who also occupy our castle.
Sighing, I shoot a longing look at my bed, but I know I can’t get back in it. I have duties to attend to.
I stand and stiffen my spine.
I can’t show any weakness when I leave this room or the others will eat me alive.
My heels click against the marble tiles as I pull my double doors open.
“Good morning, your highness,” Gerald, one of my personal guards, greets me and bows at the waist, his long locks of light caramel hair nearly sweep the ground before he returns to attention.
“Good morning,” I return the greeting. “Ready for a day of fun?” I ask sarcastically.
“Always, your highness.” He gives me a soft smile, his pink lips plump and sensual.
I turn on my heel, heading down the hall. Gerald follows after me silently. When we make it to the end of the hall, Magnus, another of my guards falls in line, leaving his post. The routine is so normal at this point that none of us blink an eye.
The further we move through the brightly lit castle, the louder it becomes until we’re standing at the entrance to the dining hall. The room is bursting with movement as servants cater and royalty bark orders.
There’s a long, wooden table in the middle of the room, designed to seat over two dozen. Today, the table is only half full, a group of women sitting at one end,
