Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
“Come for me, wife.”
He plunged deep inside, and suddenly, I let go. I twisted my head again, crushing my lips to his and screaming my release into that kiss. The biggest orgasm I had ever felt shattered through me, knocking the wind out of me and leaving me moaning and whimpering in pleasure as the climax washed over me.
Cole roared into my mouth, and when he drove every inch of that amazing cock so deep inside of me, I felt every single one of his muscles clench tight as he let go. His hot cum pumped inside of me, and I cried out again as I felt the thick ropes of it squirting against my womb. His balls twitched against me, his thick shaft throbbing as he held me so tight and emptied every drop deep inside.
After that, all I remember is his heart racing with mine, the feeling of being so loved, and warm, and protected in his arms, and kissing him until I sank into sleep with his hard cock still inside of me. I remember having very nice dreams, until both of us woke up again just as dawn was breaking and slowly started to move again, both of us thrusting together like that again and again until we both crashed over that edge once more.
Perfection.
Chapter 9
Faith
My bed was empty when I woke the next day. I slowly opened my eyes, half hoping for another hangover and a warm arm over me like that time in Paris. Except, it was just me this time. I frowned, blinking away before suddenly, the whole night came back in flashbacks, and the heat teased through me as I started to grin.
Oh my God, I had SEX.
Me — the poster girl for “sweet little princess.” The one whose lack of a sex life had literally been immortalized in printed media. But, not anymore! The blush sizzled through me, my body aching so deliciously from his touch and everything we’d done. I didn’t feel bad. I didn’t feel guilty, or used, or cheap.
I felt amazing.
It felt like this weight had been lifted from my shoulders, and like the sun itself was shining a little brighter and a little warmer through my blinds. I grinned again, snuggling into the covers and hugging myself, letting my fingers tease up and down my sides and my arms as if remembering his hands on me.
I turned my head and finally spotted the little note sitting on the pillow next to me.
Avoiding getting my head lopped off. You sleeping is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, by the way.
-Cole.
P.s. Don’t forget — you’re MINE.
Heat bloomed through me, and I felt my pulse quicken and my heart thud faster as I re-read the thing a half-dozen more times.
I’d gotten drunk and made the mistake of a lifetime. I’d married the bad boy prince, the notorious heart-breaker and trouble-maker.
Then I’d run away.
Then I’d let him into my bed.
…Then I’d let him have it all.
And now? Well, I wasn’t even sure I was ready to even say what I was feeling after all that even to myself. It was too big. Too scarily new.
Too undeniable.
I stashed the note where I’d left the other, more crude notes he’d sent with all of the flowers before. I got dressed, still blushing and grinning like a complete dope as I basically skipped down the stairs to find coffee and breakfast. I could feel the ache from him, between my legs. But it didn’t hurt that way. It was more like this sweet, perfect reminder of the night — a memento of letting go with him.
I skipped into the breakfast room overlooking the palace gardens, and immediately jumped a little in shock, seeing my parents sitting there. I’d slept in late, and the two of them were usually up early. I felt the blush heatedly creep over my cheeks, and I quickly stopped my skipping and dropped my eyes as I slid into a chair.
The room was silent as one of the staff brought me over a cup of coffee.
“Faith.”
My father’s grumbly, stern voice cut through the quiet. I felt my face burn hotter with the little secret only I knew, that no one else could — the secret of what’d happened the night before.
“Yeah?” I croaked out, forcing the most benign smile I could handle on my face. I looked up to see my father looking right at me with this intense, slightly angry look on his face.
“W-what’s up?”
I quickly took a way-too-hot sip of coffee and grimaced at the heat of it on my tongue.
“Are you familiar with Prince Cole McCabe?”
The floor dropped out beneath me, and I felt this cold chill creep down my spine.
“I—” I swallowed.
Yes, intimately so, actually, I belted out inside my head.
On the outside though, I just shook my head and swallowed again.