FOURTEEN
EPOV
I winced as my father's stern voice crackled through the phone. "Son, your absence has been noted. The kingdom doesn't run itself."
"Yes, Father," I replied, fighting to keep his tone even.
"We expect you home this weekend," the king continued. "The Midsummer Ball requires your attention. As heir, you have responsibilities."
My jaw clenches. Always responsibilities, always duties. Never a moment's peace. I open my mouth to respond when a rustle of fabric caught my attention.
She glided into view, a vision in gold-trimmed yellow lingerie. My breath caught as she gracefully lowered herself onto my lap, her warmth seeping through the thin silk of her costume.
"Edward? Are you listening?" my father's voice demanded.
She met my eyes, a devilish glint sparkling in hers. She ran a fake rose up and down my bare chest, teasing me with soft kisses along his jawline. Her breath was warm against my ear as she whispered, "Don't mind me."
I gritted my teeth, trying to ignore the fire burning within me.
"Father, I apologise for my absence," I lie as the little vixen bites my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine.
The king's voice grew louder on the other end of the line, but it was muffled by Bella's kisses and the sound of my heavy breathing.
"I understand and will make sure to arrive on time," I managed to say - my father had no idea who he was dealing with anymore; not since I had fallen under this woman's spell...
"You're killing me, Bella," I mouth to her.
"And we've found a few young women we'd like you to meet. Just see if any sparks ignite," he explains.
"Father," I swallow, "we've discussed this."
Bella continues to grind against me, my mind was lost in the sensation of her soft curves moving against my hardened length. She swayed her hips in time with the music that only we could hear, her body moving fluidly like a dream. Her breasts heaved with each breath, drawing my attention to the lace that barely concealed them.
I couldn't take my eyes off of her, mesmerised by the sight before me. This was a side of Bella I had never seen before, and it was incredibly powerful.
God I'm going to ravage her the second I get rid of my father.
Her hands grab one of mine, she trails them from her breasts, down to between her legs. Jesus Christ the panties are crotchless.
"Father," I mutter, "can we speak some other time?"
"Yes, Edward," the King replied, his voice growing distant as I became lost in Bella's golden gaze. "But remember, you are the heir to the throne. Your duties do not end at courtship."
As his words faded away, Bella leaned in close, her lips brushing against my ear.
"Yes, Father," I repeated hoarsely. "I understand."
The line went silent for a moment. "Good son. I'll see you at the palace this weekend." And with that, our conversation came to an end.
The minute I hang up I throw the phone across the room, standing with her in my hands.
"Oh you are in big trouble," I growl, "your ass is mine."
She giggles and wriggles in my grip, her nails digging into my skin playfully. "I actually like the sound of that."
"Where on gods green earth did you find a costume like this?" I run my hand up her back, enjoying the texture of the material.
"Online," she shrugs, "now you need to decide if you're going to fuck me with it on or off. Crotchless panties are so cool like that."
I chuckle, running my fingers through her hair. "Off, of course. I want to feel your skin against mine."
I carefully lower Bella onto the bed, my eyes never leaving hers as I hover above her. With deliberate slowness, I trace my fingers along the delicate lace trim of her lingerie, savouring the way her breath hitches at my touch.
"You're so god damned beautiful. How on earth are you all mine?" I murmur, drinking in the sight of her sprawled beneath me, her hair fanned out on the pillow like a halo.
Bella's fingers dance up my arms, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. My lips crash against hers in a searing kiss as my hands work to remove the flimsy fabric barrier between us. The silk slides easily off her smooth skin, revealing her perfect form to my hungry gaze.
"God, Bella," I groan, "you're no princess. You're a queen. I am weak."
I trail kisses down her neck, savouring the taste of her skin. My hands explore every curve and dip of her body, memorising each perfect detail. Bella arches into my touch, soft moans escaping her lips. Quickly I work to ditch my own clothes, removing the barriers between us.
"Edward," she gasps as I lavish attention on her breasts. Her nails rake down my back, spurring me on.
I work my way lower, kissing a path down her stomach. Bella's breathing grows ragged with anticipation. When I finally reach my destination, her cry of pleasure echoes through the room.
As we lose ourselves in each other, time becomes irrelevant. My mouth hungrily devours every succulent inch of her, taking time to hit the points of pleasure I've come to memorise.
I savour her essence, my tongue exploring every fold and crevice. Bella writhes beneath me, her fingers tangled in my hair as she pulls me closer. Her thighs quiver around my head as I bring her to the edge again and again, relishing her cries of ecstasy. Her pleasure is my drug.
"Edward, please," she begs breathlessly. "I need you inside me, baby."
With a final, lingering lick, I crawl back up her body. Our lips meet in a passionate kiss as I position myself at her entrance. In one smooth thrust, I bury myself to the hilt. We both groan at the exquisite sensation of our bodies joining.
I set a steady rhythm, savouring the feeling of her wet heat enveloping me. Bella meets me thrust for thrust, her hips rising to take me deeper. Her nails dig into my shoulders as she clings to me.
"Yes," she growls out, more dangerous than any animal lurking outside, "fuck."
I increase my pace, driven by Bella's passionate cries and the intoxicating feel of her body. Our hips move in perfect synchronisation, building a delicious tension between us. I can feel her inner walls starting to flutter around me as she nears her peak. The familiar signs of her edging toward her climax playing out before me. I'd come to know her body as well as my own.
Bella arches her back, her body going taut as waves of pleasure crash over her. The sight of her coming undone makes me want to find brand new ways to pleasure her.
"I'm not done with you," I pull out of her, smirking as she whimpers.
I grin wickedly, my hands gripping her hips as I flip her onto her stomach. "Get on your knees," I command, my voice husky with desire.
Bella complies eagerly, raising her hips and presenting herself to me. I take a moment to admire the view, running my hands over the smooth expanse of her back and the curve of her ass. She shivers under my touch, looking back at me with lust-filled eyes.
"Please, Edward," she begs, wiggling her hips invitingly.
Unable to resist any longer, I position myself behind her and thrust deep inside in one smooth motion. We both groan at the new angle, the sensation even more intense than before. I start to move, my hands gripping her hips tightly as I set a punishing pace.
Bella meets me thrust for thrust, her body moving in perfect harmony with mine.
"Look at you," I growl out, watching her in the mirror by the bed, "look in the mirror. Watch yourself be fucked."
Bella's eyes flicker to the mirror, her gaze locking with mine in the reflection. The sight of us joined together, my body moving powerfully behind hers, sends a fresh wave of arousal through both of us. Her cheeks flush with desire as she watches herself being thoroughly claimed.
"Oh god, Edward," she moans, her fingers gripping the sheets tightly. "It's so good."
I lean forward, pressing my chest against her back as I continue to drive into her. My lips trail along her shoulder, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. One hand snakes around to cup her breast, teasing the hardened peak.
"That's it, baby," I encourage, my voice rough with passion. "Watch how beautiful you are when you're filled with me."
Bella's eyes remain fixed on our reflection, drinking in the erotic sight. I can feel her tightening around me.
"Like that, baby?" I grunt.
"Yes, yes, oh God yes!" Bella cries out, her body trembling with each powerful thrust.
I increase my pace, driving into her relentlessly. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with our breathless moans and gasps. I can feel the familiar tightening in my core, signalling my impending release.
"Come for me, Bella," I growl, my fingers finding her sensitive bundle of nerves. "I want to feel you come around me."
Her walls clench around me as she screams out her release, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. The sight of her coming undone in the mirror pushes me over the edge, and I follow her into blissful oblivion, spilling myself deep inside her.
We collapse onto the bed, our bodies still intertwined, both of us panting heavily.
When we both calm down I whisper the words I hate myself for.
"I have to return home by the weekend," I say, "we only have a few more days."
"Oh," she sounds sad.
I hate having to hurt her.
I roll onto my side, pulling Bella close to me. Her warmth against my chest is a comfort I don't want to give up. I brush a strand of hair from her face, my fingers lingering on her cheek.
"Come home with me," I whisper, the words tumbling out before I can stop them.
Bella's eyes widen in surprise. "To your country? Edward, I can't... I'm not..."
"You are," I insist, cupping her face in my hands. "You're everything, Bella. More than any princess or noblewoman could ever be."
She bites her lip, uncertainty clouding her features. "But your father,... they'd never accept me."
I press my forehead against hers, willing her to understand. "I don't care what they think. I love you, Bella. You're the one I want by my side, baby."
Bella's eyes shimmer with unshed tears as she gazes up at me. Her hand comes up to caress my cheek, her touch soft and tender.
"Edward," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "I love you too. More than I ever thought possible. But your world... it's so different from mine. I don't know if I can fit in there."
I pull her closer, my arms wrapping around her protectively. "You don't have to worry about that," I murmur against her hair. "Lounge about my apartments. We can Netflix and Chill. You can explore my home when I'm engaged if attending anything is too much. I want to introduce you to my family."
She's quiet for a moment, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest. I can almost hear the gears turning in her mind as she considers my proposal.
"Netflix and Chill in a castle?" Bella giggles softly, her breath warm against my skin. "That does sound tempting."
I chuckle, relieved to see a glimmer of her usual playfulness return. "We can make it work, Bella. I promise. We'll take it one step at a time."
She pulls back slightly, her eyes searching mine. "And what about your father? The expectations he has for you?"
I sigh, running a hand through my hair. "I'll deal with him. You're worth any battle I have to fight."
Bella's quiet for a moment, her teeth worrying her bottom lip. Finally, she takes a deep breath. "Okay," she says softly. "I'll come with you."
My heart soars at her words. I capture her lips in a passionate kiss, pouring all my love and gratitude into it.
"Again?" she asks.
"Again what?" I ask confused.
Pushing my back, rolling atop of me, she straddles me.
"I doubt you're allowed to make me scream in a palace," she smirks, "but I love it so much when my dirty prince makes me moan so loud for him. Again."
A wicked grin spreads across my face as I grasp her hips, my thumbs tracing circles on her smooth skin. "I don't deserve you."
I thrust up suddenly, burying myself deep inside her. Bella gasps, her head falling back as she adjusts to the sudden fullness. Her hands brace against my chest as she begins to move, setting a torturously slow pace.
"That's it," I encourage, my voice husky with desire. "Take what you need from me."
Bella's movements become more confident, her hips rolling in a sensual dance. I watch in awe as she rides me, her beauty stealing my breath away. I let her take the lead. Her breasts bounce enticingly with each movement, and I can't resist reaching up to cup them, my thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples.
"That's it baby," I encourage, "you're so hot right now."
Bella moans softly, her pace quickening as she chases her pleasure. Her nails dig into my chest, leaving crescent marks on my skin. I thrust up to meet her, matching her rhythm.
"Edward," she gasps, her voice breathy and desperate. "Oh God, Edward!"
I can feel her starting to tighten around me, her movements becoming more erratic. My hands move to her hips, guiding her as she rides me harder.
"Play with yourself," I say, "Bring yourself to the edge."
Bella's eyes flutter open, meeting mine with a look of pure desire. She brings her hand down between us, her fingers finding her sensitive bundle of nerves. I watch, mesmerised, as she touches herself, her movements becoming more frantic as she nears her peak.
"Like this?" she asks, her voice breathy and teasing.
I nod, unable to form words as I watch her pleasure herself while riding me. The sight is intoxicating, driving me closer to the edge.
"You're so beautiful," I manage to growl out, my hands tightening on her hips. "So fucking perfect."
Bella's movements become more frantic, her fingers working faster as she chases her release. I can feel her inner walls starting to flutter around me, signalling her approaching orgasm.
"God you're so tight," I squeeze my eyes shut, "tell me how you feel baby."
Bella's eyes lock with mine, her gaze intense and filled with desire. Her voice comes out in breathy gasps as she describes the sensations coursing through her body.
She can't get the words out. She's that high on the pleasure of her own making.
Bella's eyes lock with mine, blazing with lust. "I love fucking my own pussy with your cock," she gasps out.
Her words send a jolt of electricity through me. I thrust up harder, meeting her movements. "Say it louder."
"I love fucking my own pussy with your cock!" Bella cries out, her voice echoing through the room.
Her words ignite a fire within me. I grip her hips tighter, thrusting up into her with renewed vigour. She collapses on top of my chest as I pound my hips up into her body.
"Take it, baby," I growl, "take it like a good little girl."
Bella's nails dig into my shoulders as she clings to me, her body shuddering with each powerful thrust. Her breathy moans fill my ears, spurring me on.
I can feel her inner walls clenching around me, her orgasm approaching rapidly. My own release builds, a tight coil of pleasure in my core.
"Tell me you want my come inside you," I whisper with my teeth clenched, slowing down my thrusts to draw it out.
Bella's eyes lock with mine, her gaze intense and filled with desire. "I want your come inside me," she moans breathlessly. "Please, Edward."
"Why's that?" I smirk.
Bella's eyes blaze with desire as she gasps out, "Because I'm yours."
"You're my what?" I encourage.
I love spurring on her dirty talk. I couldn't speak like this anywhere else.
"I'm yours," Bella moans, her eyes locked on mine. "Your dirty little slut who loves being filled with your come."
Her words send a jolt of electricity through me. I grip her hips tighter, thrusting up into her with renewed vigour.
"That's right," I growl. "I'm going to fill you up so good."
Bella's walls clench around me as she cries out, her orgasm washing over her in powerful waves. The sight of her coming undone pushes me over the edge, and I follow her into blissful oblivion, spilling myself deep inside her.
We collapse onto the bed, our bodies still intertwined, both of us panting heavily. I pull Bella close, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead.
"I love you," I murmur against her skin.
"I never thought I'd speak like that to actual royalty," she whispers.
I chuckle softly, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on her back. "Well, I never thought I'd hear a commoner speak like that to me. But I must admit, I rather enjoy it."
"I think we take the cake for dirty talk," she smirks.
I laugh, pulling her closer. "I'd say we've perfected the art. Though I'm not sure how well it will translate to palace life."
"We'll make it work," she promises, "you can always gag me."
I chuckle darkly at her suggestion, my hand sliding down to cup her backside. "Now there's an idea."
I've found her. I've found the woman I'm going to make my queen.