Silence met me, before Cheval called back through the door. "I'll return in an hour, Your Majesty." His voice held humor, a chuckle making itself known on the other side before he walked away. Turning my attention back to Alina's horrified face, I ran a hand over her hair. Pressing down, I encouraged her to draw me back into the wet heat of her mouth.
The moment she obliged, my world narrowed down to the feel of her silky hair in my palm. To the feeling of her mouth sliding over my cock as she worked to take me deeper and deeper. Eventually, I would teach her to deep throat me and take everything I had to give, but for this moment I was content to just be her first.
I'd be her first and last everything, even if I had to destroy anyone who tried to stand in my way.
"Just like that, Princess," I moaned, letting her glide up and down at a slow, torturous pace. The objective wasn't for me to get off, but simply to memorize the sensation of her mouth on me and absorb the dirty curiosity in her eyes. There may come a day when I was more than willing to spill down her throat, but for now I fully intended to paint the inside of her pussy in my cum.
She squeaked in surprise when I drew her away, picking her up off the floor and sinking her down onto my lap in the chair. With her breasts heavy in my face, she looked down at me in surprise. "I wasn't done," she pouted until the moment I reached a hand between us and my fingers slid through her heat. Wet and ready, she dropped her head back and gasped her pleasure when the heel of my palm nudged her clit and I pressed two fingers inside her.
Swollen from our love-making earlier, she jolted away as I slowly worked to stretch her out again. A better man might have refrained from fucking her again. Might have given her time to recover from the loss of her virginity. My fingers pumped in and out of her slowly, taking what she didn't dare to deny me.
A good man I was not. A ruthless King staking his claim couldn't pause for a moment of discomfort. I told myself I'd make it better, paying special attention to the bundle of nerves to drive her closer and closer to her orgasm so that she could tolerate the pinch of pain she'd feel when she slid down onto my cock. "Reece," she begged. "Make me come."
"You come on my cock, Baby Bird," I told her, slipping my fingers free from her tight heat and grasping the base of my cock to line it up for her. The tip slipped against her slit, spreading her around it and giving her just the head. "Sit on it."
She giggled lightly, a blush spreading from her chest to her cheeks. It amazed me that, given her moment of confidence with seducing me during our negotiations, the idea of sitting on my cock made her blush. A mess of contradictions, Alina was spunky and shy. Awkward and confident.
She was everything, and as she dropped lower and took me inside her bit by bit, her face twisted with the pleasure that instantly spread through my body as well. She fit me like a glove as she sank until her ass touched the tops of my thighs and she stared down at me nervously. My innocent, sheltered princess had no idea what to do without my guidance, her face morphing to one of surprise as I placed my hands at her hips. Fingers curling into the top of her ass and thumbs pressed against the front of her hip, I guided her into rocking her hips on me. Grateful for the comfortable width of my office chair and her ability to position her legs on either side of my hips, her mouth rounded as her clit ground down on my pelvic bone with her gyration.
I smiled up at her, guiding her for a few more rolls of her hips. Only when I felt confident that she was comfortable on her own did I remove a hand from her hip. Wrapping her hair around my fist, I tugged her head back so harshly that she gasped, jutting her tits towards my mouth as I held her exactly how I wanted her. The gyration of her hips on me, of her tight little pussy grinding down on my cock as she slid me in and out of her sheathe overwhelmed me. Took a new fervor as pleasure overwhelmed her.
Alina was spunky, but she was also mine. I'd spend the rest of our lives together reminding her of it the moment our clothes came off, dominating her and taking control. She never had to worry that I wouldn't tell her what I liked. She would always know.
My mouth wrapped around her nipple, sucking tightly as she rode me harder and faster. Lost to the sensations, to the pressure at her hair and wet suction at her breast, and being filled with my cock. I kept my eyes open, watching as she lost control and tumbled head first into a blinding orgasm. I smothered her scream with my mouth, swallowing it while I devoured her until she went limp in my hold.
Exhausted and sated, I stood with her in my arms and made my way to the sofa. Laying her out beneath me, I never allowed our connection to break. I belonged inside her. In a way that I never felt like I'd belonged anywhere before, not even my own Kingdom.
Alina was my home.
I slid through her tender tissue slowly, pumping in and out while she stared up at me and started to pull out of her sex-induced coma. Wrapping her arms and legs around me, Alina pulled me tighter into her until she fused our mouths together. Her breath was my breath. Her gasps my gasps.
I wanted to live my life inside her and never let go.
Turning her head to gasp into my ear as I reached between her thighs to touch the place where we connected, to feel the bond between us, she whispered words I'd been dying to hear. Even if it had only been a short time. "I love you, Reece."
"And I love you, my Princess," I murmured, shoving deep and filling her with my seed. Alina followed me over the edge, gasping as her second, smaller orgasm claimed her.
Laying on the sofa for a few minutes, I enjoyed the last moments of privacy we would have before we returned to the festivities downstairs. I didn't believe her absence would have gone unnoticed, but it wouldn't matter, as I intended to announce our marriage immediately.
Sliding out of her, I stood and watched her rush to stand so the semen that leaked out of her couldn't drip onto the sofa. The sight of the pearly substance coating the insides of her thighs made my cock twitch with the need to fuck her again, but I pushed down the urge. If she'd been swollen and tender before, she would undoubtedly be more so after our second lovemaking.
She moved quickly, darting for the bathroom door on the other side of the room with red cheeks.
I was faster, with longer legs that put me directly in her path. She stopped suddenly, looking up at me in confusion. "Leave it," I ordered. "I want you to go downstairs with my cum on your thighs." I wanted her covered in it when I announced my plans to make her my wife.
She didn't argue the point, even if she looked scandalized. Alina might not be an obedient princess to her mother any longer, but that didn't mean that she resisted my desires.
Her body was mine to do with as I would, and she'd let me because secretly she enjoyed it, despite her innocence.
Not that she was really innocent any longer. I'd corrupted her the moment I first saw her.