She shook her head. “We will find my mother and she will rule. Not me.”
“Someday, you will be queen. But know this, I will kneel before Princess Trinity, but I will not kneel for my mate. When we are alone, you are not royal, you are mine.”
“I will not kneel for you ei
ther,” she countered, her chin tipped up, her tone defiant.
Ah, my princess.
“That’s because we are equals,” I replied. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.”
Her eyes fell closed briefly as she shook her head. “How can we be equals if you forbid me from doing things?”
“Because my heart is completely full of you.”
Her eyes flew open, met mine, a second before she climbed into my lap and kissed me. No, not kissed. Devoured. Her tongue was practically down my throat. I could feel the soft press of her breasts against my chest, her pussy coating the base of my cock with her wetness.
For a second, I was lost. Surprised. One second we were arguing, the next she was all over me. I wasn’t complaining. I relaxed, the fight being replaced by instant desire. I was already hard—I doubted I would ever go down with her around, let alone in my lap—hard and eager to sink into her.
After Goddess knew how long, she pulled back. “Now.”
“Yes, mate. Whatever you say,” I replied, gripping the base of my cock as she lifted up on her knees, settled me at her entrance, and lowered herself down. Opening. Stretching. Taking me.
She laughed—such a sweet sound. “You’ll do as I say as long as I’m riding your cock?”
I grinned, wrapped an arm about her waist and flipped us. Her back was on the bed and I stood at the edge. Her legs went around my waist. Fuck, she felt good. Hot, wet, tight. Perfect. The time we’d been apart had been too long.
“I have something for that sassy mouth of yours,” I replied, fucking her hard. I couldn’t be gentle. Not now, not this time. The wet sounds of our coupling filled the room. I was going to come just watching her responses. The way her eyes fell closed, her back arched, her breasts swayed, her pussy dripped. “But it’s busy right now.”
“Yes!” she cried.
“That’s it, mate. Take your pleasure.”
She reached between us, put her fingers over her clit and circled. I watched how she liked to touch herself—and fuck, I was going to come knowing she did so.
“Leo,” she groaned as she came. Her inner walls milked my cock as if it wanted it deeper, harder. More.
I gave it to her, just as I would give everything else as she rode out her pleasure. At least as long as I could last, for after a few hard thrusts, I couldn’t hold back. My balls drew up and my seed filled her. Pulse after hot pulse. It was so intense, the incredible feel of my mate, I all but collapsed on her, taking my weight on my forearms just before I crushed her.
Our skin was slick and slippery as our middles were touching, our breathing ragged. I lowered my forehead to hers, the aftermath filled with another sensation, of her body drawing my energy in, absorbing me. My life force fed her and I was innately pleased that she would always carry part of me, of my essence, within her. I knew many wealthy young ladies used the services of a consort to avoid this soul-deep connection, but I willed my body to cover hers. Fill hers. In every possible way. She was mine.
“Do you think we’ll ever take it slow?” she asked after a time.
I rolled to my back, took her with me so she was tucked on top of me, my cock still buried inside her. Smiling, I kissed the top of her head, her hair soft against my lips.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be taking my time spanking your ass.”
“What?” She lifted her head up, all but glared at me. Ah, the princess was back.
“For putting yourself in danger.”
“I… we said, I mean…it’s—”
I cut off her sputtering. “By the way your pussy clenched my cock when I said spanking, you like the idea. If you enjoy the sting of my palm on your pretty bottom, I’m going to have to think of an actual punishment.”
She pushed up on her elbow and I couldn’t help but stare at her cleavage, eying one of her nipples that her movement exposed.
“I am not a child to be spanked.”