Her smile was huge and as much a light in the room as the moon beams. “Yes, I will, Cypress. I love you, too.”
I kissed her, hard. It turned out being told that she loved me was even better than saying it. She moaned into my mouth and threaded her hands through my hair. It was like flipping on a switch. She pulled at my hair, forcing my head to roll back and exposing my throat to her mouth. Dragging her teeth along my jugular, I shivered at the sharp points taunting me. I was trained to never expose my throat to any threat. It was one of the most vulnerable spots on the human body. But I liked the feel of her soft lips against my skin. I reveled in the way she hummed and whimpered against me.
“I want you,” she rasped in a throaty voice.
“I’m yours.”
She started clawing at my shirt, ripping it to shreds with her nimble fingers. I quickly worked my pants off, tugging them down as she licked my chest. I loved how feisty and scrappy she was in the bedroom. She fucked like it was a fight.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I groaned while fighting with her nightgown. It was tied up, and I wanted to drag my blade across the knot.
“I don’t even remember putting it on. I face-planted when I came in. So maybe one of the house servants changed me?”
I didn’t like the thought of anyone, even well-meaning servants coming in. “We’re going to find magic they can’t break to lock up that door. This place is going to become much more secure. No one comes in here without knocking.” I finally got her nightgown off. Fuck. She never ceased to take my breath away when I looked at her. “You are so ridiculously beautiful.”
Her cheeks pinkened. Could I really make her blush? “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” I kissed her cheeks. Her neck. I then licked my way down to her breasts. They were mine. I was taking ownership of them, and that was that. I sucked on her nipple. Her skin was so sweet.
With a moan, she shot a vine at me. It wrapped around my wrist, and the slight jolt of pain made my already hardening dick get even more alert. I lifted my head to stare in her eyes. “Layne, did you just vine me?”
She sighed. “I did. I’m surprised I could still do it with the dampener. Maybe I have more control than I thought. Did you like it?”
“I fucking did. Don’t push yourself too hard, Princess.”
She shot out another vine and wrapped it around my upper thigh. “Why don’t you worry about yourself, hmm?” she teased before reaching up to nip at my bottom lip. Fucking hell, I loved her like this. Warm. Strong. Independent. Needy.
I lowered to pepper kisses along her stomach and smiled when she squirmed. I loved the taste of her creamy skin. I loved the moans escaping her mouth. I loved that I was the one wringing pleasure from her body with my tongue and hot breath.
“I’m going to taste you now, Princess,” I promised while sinking lower. And lower. I ran my flat tongue along her slit, coaxing a loud whimper from her lips. “So sweet.”
“Oh gods,” she cried out.
I worked that pleasure-filled little nub with my tongue, groaning against her cunt as she grinded against my face. I had to wrap my hands around her thighs to pin her down and keep her from crushing me with her shaky legs. She came hard and fast. There was no warning, either. I swallowed her pleasure like it was a fucking drug.
And then I was flipped on my back with an oomph.
“What the fuck?”
“No talking,” she replied before more vines shot out, binding my wrists together. She tied me to the headboard while moving to sit on my lap. It was such a strange feeling, to be so completely at her mercy. I was used to being the one in control. I never let go.
“Your pleasure is mine, assassin,” she purred before sinking onto my hard cock. My entire body trembled, and I jerked at the intense pleasure. She squeezed me tightly, milking bliss from my cock with every up and down movement.
Our gazes were locked. She sunk her teeth into her bottom lip while fucking me hard.
“You’re mine,” she promised. The vines around my wrists tightened. Her body clenched around mine. Lightning struck outside. The barrier on her power was barely holding her back. But I knew she could handle it. She could handle anything life gave her. She was my little Druid Princess. My everything.
“You’re mine,” I whispered back tenderly. She slowed for a brief moment to lean over and kiss me. Long, slow, our tongues danced with lingering swipes. She broke the kiss and started riding me again.
“I love you, assassin,” she rasped.
“I love you, too.”
Faster and faster she went until there was nothing left. We both met the crest of that tantric climb and fell apart together. Our moans filled the castle, and the sky applauded our union with thunder and lightning.
She was mine.
The princess was absolutely mine.
Epilogue
Six years later
“What about the name Emma?” I asked while looking down at the beautiful baby in my arms. She had light green hair, long lashes, and plump cheeks. She’d been sleeping peacefully the last hour, but she’d want to eat soon.
“I like that name,” Cypress said from his spot by the door. He’d been standing there since the moment our daughter was born. He hovered over the shifter attendant that delivered our baby, and no one touched her without his permission. I had no doubt that nothing or no one would ever harm a hair on our daughter’s head.
“Do you want to hold her?” I asked.
“Shouldn’t I watch the door? What if someone tries to—”
I cut my husband off. “You and I both know that
