Gripping her hips, I raised her just enough to place the tip of my cock at her entrance, holding her steady as she tried to impale herself onto me. Lucy pushed against my chest, raising herself above me, anchoring her hands on my chest. She thought that by me putting her on top, I was about to relinquish some control, but she had no idea.
Letting my cock slide through her folds, bumping her clit, I hissed as fingernails dug into my chest. She was still full of fire, even in her submission, and I fucking loved it.
“Tell me what you want, Princess,” I demanded.
Shifting her hips, she moaned. “You.”
“You already have me. Tell me what you want,” I pressed.
Biting her lip, she let out a shuddering breath. “Fuck me. Claim me. Make me yours.”
Christ Almighty, that was more than I could have ever asked for. My grip on her hips grew punishing, knowing it would leave bruises on her perfectly creamy skin, a lingering reminder that she was mine. I might not be the first man—or Dom—to stake my claim on this woman, but I would be the last.
Slowly, I slid her down my shaft until she was seated to the hilt. I gritted my teeth against the blinding pleasure coursing through my veins at our joining. I wondered if this would ever get old? I sure as hell hoped not.
The way our bodies fit together, it was as if they were made for each other. And maybe they were. What if something deep inside my brain always knew she was my perfect match, the submissive to my Dominant, even when we were children? It had been a compulsion to intervene when she acted bratty even back then, like she was always mine to handle.
Before I could lose myself too deep in that thought, Lucy shifted above me. That little minx thought she was in control. It was time to show her who was in charge.
Instead of raising her hips and sliding into her, I rocked her back and forth. The motion put friction on both her clit externally and her G-spot internally, creating the perfect storm to send her plummeting over the precipice I’d held her on all evening.
I started gently, allowing her to feel the delicious double threat, but my patience was wearing thin, and the primal need to watch her come apart at my command became overwhelming. Holding on for dear life, she gripped my chest as I moved her back and forth, shaking her near violently above me until her body seized, her pussy clamping down on me with a vise grip as she came, screaming my name.
The tremors were still coursing through her body when I raised her a few inches and pounded into her from below. With each thrust, she screamed against the unrelenting pace I set. My blood was on fire, and I had one goal—claiming this woman.
Gritting my teeth, I felt my orgasm building, and I tried to hold it off, but it barreled through me, stealing my breath, as I spilled myself deep inside her, painting her walls with my seed. I knew Lucy wanted to concentrate on her career, and I supported her, but a part of me longed to see her pregnant with my child, her belly swollen with a life we created together. She might be the one person on Earth who could unlock a breeding kink I never knew I had.
Lucy collapsed atop my chest, our sweaty bodies slippery as I held her in my arms. This felt so right that it seemed ridiculous how we’d both resisted. I silently thanked those who thought they knew better than us when arranging this match. They saw something we couldn’t see, but they were right—we were perfect together.
Chapter 27
Preston
There was nothing quiteso hectic as a royal wedding. When Leo and Natalie wed, I was away serving my requisite time with the Bellestonian army. My parents and brother had attended, but being a guest was different from being on the inside, privy to the chaos behind the curtain of the picture-perfect final product the world saw.
The wedding ceremony itself would be held in the city at Remhorn Cathedral, the oldest church in the country. Most, if not all, the Remingtons had been married there, and the most prominent ones were entombed beneath its marble floors.
Lucy and I were no exception to the family tradition. Six months from now, our wedding would occur in the same cathedral as the world watched on.
The reception following the ceremony was set to take place inside the ballroom at Stonecrest Palace, so in addition to the numerous guests taking up residence within its walls, there was a bustle of activity as vendors set up for the big day. Securitywas on high alert with the number of people entering the palace daily. Not to mention a large-scale event such as this— where most of the world’s leaders would be in one place—was considered a potential target for an attack.
It wassoromantic to think that what was supposed to be the happiest day of your life could also become a tragedy. It was unimaginable but a reality of the world I lived in now. Lucy was right to want to get away from it all.
I saw less and less of Lucy as the wedding drew nearer. Most nights, I went to bed before she returned for the evening, and she was gone by the time I awoke. I could only imagine her level of exhaustion and would have loved to take the edge off for her, but we were hardly in the same room together. I reminded myself this was temporary, and once the insanity died down, we could go back to Milan to reconnect—at least until it was our turn to marry.
The night before, the girls—Amy, Lucy, Natalie, and Hannah—took up residence in a guest suite. It didn’t matter that Amy and Liam were legally married for over a year—they were keeping with tradition, dictating that the groom should not see his bride until the wedding.
Liam must have been lonely because he invited me to his apartment for a drink. Sitting down in his living room, I was happy for the company. There hadn’t been much for me to do in the preparations.
Pouring us each a glass of bourbon, he sat in the chair opposite mine as we savored the liquor.
Breaking the silence, I joked, “So, are you nervous about the big day?”
Liam chuckled. “Can’t be worse than the first time.”
So much had happened in the past few months. I only vaguely recalled that during a late-night conversation over drinks, Liam confessed their initial marriage had essentially been a sham.
“Was it really that bad?” I pressed.
