Page 188 of Royally Not Ready
Riding me, she thrusts her hips over mine, repeatedly, her pelvis moving so fast, I can’t control the expedited climb of my orgasm as I watch her tits jiggle above me, her head thrown back in ecstasy.
And then her pussy clenches around my cock and a long, drawn-out moan falls past her lips as she comes.
With that, I flip her to her back, press down on her stomach, and I fuck her so hard, I can barely breathe as white-hot pleasure tears through me, my orgasm taking over and stilling my body until there’s nothing left to take.
I pull out of her and roll to the side, bringing my arm over my eyes as I catch my breath.
“Christ,” I mumble as I feel her curl her bare body around mine. I lift my arm and see her beautiful eyes peering up at me. I smile at her. “Fuck, I love you.”
She chuckles. “You better, since you proposed to me today.”
I bring her left hand to my lips and press a kiss to the impressive aquamarine stone that’s the center of her engagement ring. A vine motif curls around the stone and is dotted with leaf-shaped diamonds. It’s worth more than I could imagine. Katla gave it to me to propose with, and I couldn’t have thought of a more appropriate ring—a ring that once belonged to her mother.
I took her to Harrogate, where I told her there would be a small gathering of artists to paint the castle, but in reality, it was just her and me. I took her up to the roof, which had been decorated in violets and candles, and under the northern lights, I proposed to her. It was a sweeping yes, followed by much crying.
We called Theo and Katla to tell them the good news. They cried too and told us to have a good night at Harrogate. Lara and Ottar stayed with us and have been downstairs the whole time.
Lara will deny it every time I ask, but I know something is going on between her and Ottar. He’s the silent type, quite serious, but I see him soften when he’s near Lara. They’d be perfect together because Ottar is a loyal man to his core, and I know he’d never hurt Lara as Brimar did.
Brimar... well, he was put through a trial, found guilty, and is serving time in a neighboring country. I still have mixed feelings about my former best friend committing treason, but I know that’s something I’ll have to reconcile slowly.
After Lilly gave me a second chance, I haven’t left her side. I asked Theo for permission to stay with her in her bedroom, and he said it wasn’t his decision. It was Lilly’s. Lilly, of course, wavered over her decision jokingly, and that first night together, we barely got any sleep as I made love to her repeatedly.
A few short days later, it was Torg. And I believe it was the most fun I’ve ever had at Torg. Lilly traded her embroidered tablecloths and the fish she worked so hard on. Naturally,notthe boob she gave me in Harrogate.The public was overwhelmingly loving toward her. She wore a flower crown every day, danced with the people, sang, and we all toasted with mead.
By the end, we were exhausted but so full of joy. Lilly told me she found where she was supposed to be on the last night of Torg.
“I still can’t believe we’re engaged,” she says, kissing my chest.
“Why not? I told you, you were mine forever.” I drag my fingers over her back.
“I know, but... it feels so crazy. Like... you’re going to be my husband.”
“As it should be.”
“When are they announcing it to the public?”
“They’re giving us a few days, but when we return to the capital, we’ll have to speak with the press, and there’ll be an official statement released, and that’s also when I’ll turn over my position to Henrik.”
“So, you’re no longer a private secretary?”
I shake my head. “My job now is to be there for you, for anything you need, and of course to fuck you until you’re pregnant.” I wiggle my brows.
She smiles. “How many kids do you want?”
“As many as you’d like.”
“I’m thinking three. What are your thoughts on three kids?”
“I think we get married first, and then we work on as many kids as you want.”
Her hand smooths up my chest. “Is the wedding going to be big?”
“You know it is, love. When the country finds out we’re engaged, there’ll be celebrating for days. It’ll be a big ordeal. Does that scare you?”
She shakes her head and then rests her chin on my chest. “No, because the people of this country feel like family, so why wouldn’t I celebrate it with them?”
I stare longingly into her eyes. “You’re going to be such a good fucking queen.”
