He thrusts his hips. “I want to come in your mouth.”
I don’t hesitate, nodding in agreement. I want everything he can give me—seeing him undone for me.
“You want to drink me, love?”
I don’t answer. Instead, I increase the intensity with which I take him.
“I’m going to come, but you’re coming with me.”
I barely notice him lifting me, switching our positions. I don’t even have time to feel embarrassed before his tongue is inside me again, tasting me. I lower myself onto his face by instinct and don’t stop sucking him.
He holds my ass, keeping me from moving. I feel my abdomen tighten with tension, and he notices. He nips at my point of pleasure, and at the same time that I fall apart on his tongue, he thickens in my mouth and gives me his release.
“Drink it all.”
I do. Hungry and needy, I take every last drop.
Is sex always like this with anyone?
I don’t believe it. What happened was an intimate, complete exchange. A bond so intense it fills my eyes with tears.
I can’t move. I’m exhausted but feeling fulfilled as well.
He picks me up in his arms and rocks me. He kisses my hair and holds me tight. “Look at me.”
I’m still floating and it takes effort to obey.
“I’m crazy about you.”
I look at him, my heart racing.
I’m in love with the man I joined in a marriage of convenience.
How will I be able to leave now?
“Where are we going?” I ask as we leave the castle.
“To take a walk so you can familiarize yourself with the area.”
Yesterday, when we arrived, I already loved the region from what little I could see, since it was getting dark, but now, in the morning light, I’m enchanted. It’s like stepping into a medieval film.
The colors shift through various shades of green and yellow across the natural landscape of hills and mountains, and there’s a huge lake in front of the castle. A stone bridge with arches underneath allows us to cross to the other side.
“I don’t want to leave ever again,” I say, letting go of his hand and smiling as I spin around. “Let’s pretend you’re a barbarian and I’m your lady. We need to defend our lands against invaders. If we stray from our property, we risk losing it.”
He laughs—maybe at me—but his face is relaxed when he comes closer and pulls me into his arms. “And the fashion shows in Paris? The twelve-centimeter heels with red soles you love so much? Painted nails?”
“Is that how you see me? A frivolous princess?”
“No, but I know you grew up surrounded by luxury. I did too, but life here is a bit different from what you had in Rheadur.”
“I know it would be impossible because you need to work and I need to study, but I’d like to come back here at least on weekends.”
“Are you serious?”
“Very serious. I feel happy here.”
“Maybe it’s the company,” he says, winking.