My heart beats too fast with the emotions building inside me.
“This belonged to my grandmother, and she made me promise I gift it to my future wife. It's black gold with dragon tears and lava from the oldest volcano in our realm, the one they say the first fairies emerged from.”
I glance up at him. “Wow, are you sure you want to part with it?”
“I've been carrying it around with me since we got back from Ash Court, trying to find the right time to give it to you. In fact, Deimos and I were meant to do this together, so I kind of stole that from him. Oops.”
I run my finger over the surface of the ring that fits perfectly on my finger and throw my arms around Luther's neck, then shower his face with kisses.
“Yes,” I assure him. “Yes, I want to marry you and Deimos. I wish he was with us too.”
Luther kisses me firmly, his hands gripping my arms as I melt against him. Fingers slide over and cup my breasts, squeezing them. I moan against him as he pulls at the laced-up ties across my chest, loosening the bodice. Then he pushes the fabric down my shoulders and body until it falls into a heap around my feet.
Coldness creeps over my back from the window behind me, and I tuck myself against Luther. With my breasts against his bare chest, the heat is instant. My prince. My fiancé. My husband to be.
This is definitely going to take a lot of getting used to. Maybe for once, things are going to start going right for me.
“You are divine, and I'm going to devour you tonight.” Luther steps back and eyes me head to toe, and the erection growing in his pants does not go unnoticed.
My whole body burns while I pull at his pants, needing them off already. The moment I tug them open, his cock springs out like a jack-in-the-box, and I can't help but laugh. He's so huge, the long vein running down the front of his shaft thick, his tip coated in pre-cum.
Not wasting a second, he drops his pants to the floor and steps out of them, then takes me into his arms. Pressed together, I lean in and kiss him as he slides a hand down my leg and guides it around his hip, then does the same with the other. He walks me over to the wall away from the window and cages me in with his body.
“Tonight is just the beginning to all the ways I'll fuck your sweet, tight pussy.”
Arousal claims me, consumes me. I want it to rip away everything else so nothing remains but the raw emotions we share. “I'll hold you to that,” I answer and grasp onto his strong shoulders, drawing him closer and kissing him. The tip of his erection slides over my heat with the promise of so much more.
“Tell me what you want,” he commands.
“God, I want you so badly.” I shudder with need and arousal, my body scorching hot, my focus on where we’re merging.
He's breathing heavily, teasing me. I shift to better accommodate him—my prince is a very big boy.
“Say it,” he demands, his hands to my throat, keeping me in place firmly but not painfully.
“Fuck me, please. I can't wait any longer.”
He laughs and starts pushing into me, gradually at first, stretching me. My toes curl and I hiss out as my head falls back against the wall. He never relents, but moves all the way in, all the way to his balls.
He groans, sucking in air. “Fuck, you're so incredibly tight.” Slow at first, he pulls out of me then moves back in, his pace picking up. Friction builds between us, igniting me.
Digging my fingers into his arms, I hold on as he thrusts into me, harder, faster now. His muscles tense and shift beneath my body.
“You will always be mine,” he groans as he fucks me like nothing else in the world matters. His gaze never breaks from mine, and it reminds me how much I fell for him even before we met, how my heart beat for him even before I ever admitted it to myself. He watches me moan as I bounce up and down on his cock. “No one can even come close to what you mean to me. To how beautiful you are. To how perfect your sweet pussy is. Ever.”
“I love when you say those things.” My words are breathy, exhilaration building in me. He lets go of my throat, hands on my hips as he grinds into me. Seconds later he wrenches me toward him and walks us to the bed with him still embedded in me. Lying me on my back, he slides off, and I moan my protest.
“On your hands and knees,” he orders.
“Oh yes, please.” I roll over and prop myself up just as his hand gives my ass a hard slap. “Ouch.” The word comes out involuntarily, but there’s no denying there was something delicious about how good that felt.
He growls deeply, grabbing my hips and drawing me backward so my knees balance on the edge of the mattress, my ass high in the air and everything I have exposed.
“I love you looking this way.” His cock pushes into my entrance, and in a heartbeat, he plunges deep.
I scream from the sudden explosion of pleasure.
“Fuck!” he snarls. “You feel so good.” He hammers into me, the slapping sounds a gorgeous song of our love. His hands grasp my ass cheeks, kneading them, spreading them, then he curls a hand around my waist, finding my clit.
“I want to feel you coming with me buried in you.”
Groaning, I fist the bedsheets as he spears me over and over. I slide
