He reached behind her to unfasten her dress, and she shimmied out of it and let him slip it the rest of the way down her hips. He took a moment, looking at her in her bra and panties, and let out a low whistle.
“I know,” she murmured.
Emrys cupped her breast in his hand and stroked it gently.
“Oh! Be careful.”
“Your body loves being pregnant. I don’t know if you do, but I hope you love it half as much as your body seems to.” Emrys kissed her breast and worked his way up to her neck.
“I could be persuaded. I like an excuse to try everything on a menu.” Caitlyn arched her back and started to rub herself against Emrys. The throbbing between her legs grew stronger, just from being so close to him, or maybe because he was talking about how much he enjoyed her body like this. She wanted to wrap her legs around him and devour him whole.
“Persuade me,” she begged.
Emrys didn’t need convincing. He unhooked her bra and removed it carefully, watching as her swollen breasts spilled out and sat up pert and waiting for his attention. He supplied it, teasing them with tender touches as his other hand slipped her panties down. His hands explored her as though getting reacquainted with a lost friend, and she moaned and wriggled in anticipation of more.
When he moved back to remove his clothes, she let out a cry of protest and reached for him.
“In a moment, my pregnant princess.” He rose, slipped out of his jeans and T-shirt, and stood before her naked, moving his hand over his taut abs. Caitlyn gave a whine and bounced a little in a feigned tantrum. His eyes refocused on her jiggling breasts.
“You’d better get back over here!” she warned.
Emrys chuckled and climbed back on the bed, the thickness between his legs having grown thicker at the sight of her. Her arm reached around his back and pulled him down. She bit and licked at his neck as he squeezed her sides and moved his hands down to cup her ass.
“I love everything about you,” he murmured. “You have always been the perfect woman for me.”
With that, he spread her thighs with one hand and began teasing along her slit with a finger. She was already getting slick, but this touch made her squirm and keen with need for him.
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“Please…”
“Since you asked so nicely…”
His erection pushed into her waiting sheath, stretching and filling her as she gasped and clung to him. When he began to move, thrusting into her in slow, deliberate strokes, she dug her fingers into his back and let out a low moan of relief. It had been too long. Too long since he’d touched her, wanted her, needed her. Her body craved him like fine chocolate, and as he fed her, she tightened around him, her lips twitching with hints of the enjoyment to come.
Reaching between them, Emrys massaged the top of her mound, causing her moaning to grow louder and louder until she was shrieking, coming, her entire body quivering with gorgeous pleasure.
She sagged a little in his arms, and he kissed her sweating forehead before he grew ridged, bellowing triumphantly as he jerked his hips and spilled his seed into her.
They lay together quietly for a few moments before Emrys slipped out of her and curled by her side. His fingers lazily touched her breasts, her stomach, and then trailed down to the rise of her belly.
“Never leave me again,” Emrys said quietly. “Please.”
“We’ll always be yours,” Caitlyn promised, placing her hand over his own.
Epilogue
The pictures of Emrys and Caitlyn in the airport went viral. Their story changed immediately in the eyes of the public. From Playboy Prince to Star-Crossed Lovers, and those lovers had immediately eloped and were expecting to boot.
Eliana had scolded Emrys loudly on the phone while Caitlyn enjoyed room service and smirked at him. But he had been right that in the end, his mother had told him that they absolutely had to have an official wedding in Cabeau and that she would be having words with the king until he agreed that it was absolutely unacceptable to have a potential heir to the Sébire line wandering about and his or her mother not accepted into the family.
“I knew it. I just knew it, Caitlyn,” Eliana had scolded. “Don’t speak, child. I can’t stand your verbal fumbling right now. Emrys, you have to be the man that the mother of your children deserves!”
“Children?” Caitlyn had mouthed. Emrys had pinched her side and grinned.
Eliana had called again the next day while Caitlyn was out to demand that Emrys send his fiancée back to be prepped for the wedding, but he insisted on conferring with Caitlyn first. In the end, they informed his mother that she would have to send her assistant out to them, as they didn’t want to be separated again before the wedding.
They were married again in style in Cabeau after Emrys’s film had finished, and another set of pictures flooded public consciousness. Pictures of Emrys and his expecting princess at Christmas with their parents at the palace followed. And finally, pictures of their son.