When I pull back again, she just stares, tears misting her eyes.
Fuck. What did I say wrong?
I’ve never attempted a relationship—never had the desire to—so there’s a chance I’m fucking this all up.
“What is it?” I ask, reaching between her thighs as she tries to stuff her dress back down.
I drag a finger through her dripping folds, hating the way my cum is still spilling out of her. I want her to remain full of me for as long as possible, hoping the scent of me lingers so no other male dares approach her.
I gather cum on my finger and stuff it back inside her, feeling her warmth clench around the digit as her eyes flutter. I pump itslowly in and out, making sure that none of my cum slips out. I want to be so deeply embedded inside her that no one will even look in her direction.
Forbidden as anything between us might be, she’smine.I won’t tolerate any other male touching her. Not not, not ever.
“But… I can’t be yours,” she whispers as I fuck her slowly with my finger.
A depression forms in my chest that I attempt to fight. Maybe she doesn’t want to be mine after all. Maybe this illusion, this brief encounter, is all of her that I’ll ever have.
“Is that what you want?” I ask, bracing myself for the worst. “To not belong to me.”
Her gaze focuses on me, a tiny furrow forming between her brows the way it does when she’s confused. “Of course, I do. But it’s… forbidden. We can’t…”
I chuckle deeply and press my finger inside her, curving it slightly and reveling in the way her eyes flutter.
“Does it look like I give a single fuck about the laws, beloved?” I mutter, keeping a steady pace as I watch her unbridled want contort her features. “I thought I'd made myself clear, but you are what I want. Any of you. All of you.”
I pump faster, and the delicious moan she makes has blood rushing to my cock again.
“I've never met someone so smart, so witty, so absolutelycaptivating,” I say, hoping I can convey even a fraction of the way I feel about her.
The way my chest warms at her smile.
The way my cock stiffens at the thought of touching her delicate, perfect body.
The thought of never having her, of yearning from afar while other males have the opportunity to be close to her, is out of the fucking question.
I want her—needher—if I can't have anything else.
It's not like my crown is in jeopardy, though I'm sure some kind of punishment would befall us if our relations were discovered.
Still, it's worth the risk.
Lizette is worth the risk, and any subsequent fallout.
“No one has to know,” I go on, feeling my chest clench at the thought of anyone finding out. “We will keep it a secret.”
“I-is that really what you want?” she asks, her tone hinted with a moan. “Some secret love story with a servant you can never fully claim?”
“I’m pretty sure I've already claimed you.” I chuckle as her pussy flutters around my finger. She has to be getting close to a third climax. “And the answer is yes. Whatever it takes to have you, for you to belong to me.”
Her arm comes up to wrap around my neck, pulling me down on top of her as she rocks her hips against my hand.
“There is no one else for me,” I assure her, knowing damn well no one in this entire kingdom could hold a candle to my human. “You've enraptured me, invaded every part of me, claimed parts of me I wasn't sure we're claimable.”
Her lips part as she comes again, her pussy squeezing down on my finger as her juices drench the digit. I pull it out slowly and pull her closer still.
“I may just be a prince—one not destined for the crown—but I would feel like a king if my feelings were reciprocated, beloved.” I bend to press my forehead against hers, breathing in the scent of us melding with the forest around us. “Even if we're the only two who ever know.”
When I pull back to see her again, she blinks at me, searching my face for understanding.