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  “Garrick, don’t stop. Don’t ever—” Then she stops speaking, because all that’s left is slow moans of pleasure erupting across her core, her center. She’s no longer a virginal princess; I carried her pussy across the threshold and made her my queen.

  I come in her hard and fast, my cock releasing seed with the power to fill her womb. I kiss her deeply as I finish, wanting her to know that my body made promises to her tonight.

  Her body is mine and mine is hers.

  I set her down as she’s catching her breath. Her bra is pulled down so her massive tits are exposed.

  “Next time I fuck you, I’m going to come all over those,” I tell her, taking them in my hands, my cock already hard again.

  “Take me again, then,” she says. “I don’t want to wait. Take me in your bed.” Her eyes dart over my shoulder.

  “Oh,” I tell her. “That’s not my bed.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I grew up here, but it’s not my home. Not anymore.”

  Her eyes narrow, confused. “Where do you live, then? If not at the castle?”

  “I live in the woods.”

  Puzzled, she tilts her head to the side. She thought this was her new home.

  But she’s in for a fucking wake-up call, because my cabin is no fucking palace.

  Chapter 9

  He doesn’t live here?

  “Wait a second ... where do you live then?” I ask, reaching for my panties, suddenly feeling exposed.

  “I live outside of town. In the woods.”

  “In the woods,” I repeat, trying to understand.

  He doesn’t give me any more. His mouth is set in a hard line, and the endorphins from our sex-frenzy seem to be fading. He pulls up his pants.

  “I want to go. This cake is still on my face,” I say. “And I’m tired. It’s been a long day.” I grab my dress, slip it on over my head.

  “You don’t want to stay at the reception any longer?” he asks, running his hand over his scruffy beard.

  “No. I’m going to use the restroom, and then let’s just call it a day, okay?”

  He nods, and I use the en suite bathroom. Running cool water, I splash it on my face. I look in the mirror, trying to see if I look any different, now that I’ve been filled with a man.

  Maybe it’s terribly naive, but as I dry my face with a towel I can’t help but think I do look different. At least I feel different. I feel more whole, even though so much has been taken from me. My family, my home, my freaking virginity.

  They don’t feel like loses though.

  Being here feels like a gain.

  I just wish Garrick made more sense. He’s impossible to read. He swerves from intense heat to intense cold with the flip of a switch.

  And I’m apprehensive about this house of his in the woods. I don’t need a castle, but being here tonight ... I’d be lying if I said I don’t want it. It’s decadent, yet warm. No one is trying to prove anything, and no one is pinching pennies to make ends meet, either. Garrick’s parents seem comfortable in their own skin.

  It’s Garrick that seems to be fighting something.

  I turn off the faucet. Exhale. Tonight, I don’t want to fight anymore.

  Tonight, I just want to see my new home.

  Garrick’s parents kiss us goodbye, seeming to know they’ve pushed their luck with their son. Quickly enough, Garrick and I leave the castle grounds with zero fanfare, slipping away into the dark night.

  Before I can mention being cold, Garrick wraps his arm around me, that warmth of his returning. The temperature has dropped considerably since this afternoon, and my sheer dress and his flannel shirt are no match for this cool fall weather.

  We walk in silence, my eyes alert as we pass through the village and head toward the other side of the square. Toward the forest.

  “Is it a long walk?”

  “Less than a mile,” he says, not offering any more. Soon enough, we’re cresting a hill. Down a path through the trees, I see a simple, rustic cabin.

  Not like a luxury cabin; more like a shack.

  I brace myself for the interior, hoping that it at least matches the interior of the castle.

  The castle, though an old building, still had leather chairs and couches, a sitting room and a massive hall where the meal was served. There was a library, and a hall filled with portraits.

  But if the outside of this cabin is any indication of what lies ahead, I shouldn’t get my hopes up.

  “Home sweet home,” he tells me.

  “Right, home sweet home,” I say tightly as he pushes open the front door. Well, the only door. Because we’re in a one-room cabin.

  “This is your house?”

  “No, Iris. This is our house.”

  At that, my knees go weak and the confident exterior I so desperately want to cling to fades away. As does the night.

  I faint, not even knowing if someone’s catching me.

  My eyes open. I’m lying in bed; the room is dark save for a hurricane lantern on a bedside table casting a soft glow over the room.

  I blink, remembering where I am and how I got here. This morning, when I left my sister and my father, seems so very long ago. In a chair, watching me, is Garrick. His arms rest on his knees and he leans toward me, staring intently.

  “Fuck, woman,” Garrick sighs. “Talk about a grand entrance.”

  “I take it you carried me over the threshold?” I say, smiling softly. I fainted before I even took two steps inside. The reality of this being my home is just a little bit more than my knees could handle at the end of this long day.

  But now, looking at Garrick—his dark eyes and his strong jaw and his broad shoulders—things look a little more appealing than at first glance.

  Suddenly, the warm cabin feels intimate and romantic; I’m lying on a bed in a lacy sundress next to the man who is my husband.

  It doesn’t seem as terrible as I made it out to be in my head, when I first took a peek inside.

  Maybe it isn’t terrible at all.

  Maybe it’s just right.

  “Princess, you scared me half to death.”

  “Really? I wouldn’t have guessed a man like you would scare easily.”

  “A man like me, huh?” Garrick leans closer, close enough for me to feel his warm breath. “What do you know about a man like me?”

  “I’m guessing I know as much about you as you know about me.”

  “Oh, I know plenty about you.”

  “Garrick, you’re so sure of yourself.” I shake my head, not letting him get away with thinking he knows best.

  “It’s true, Iris. I know what you’re thinking right now. About what happens next.” He looks down at his cock, stiff in his jeans, and I admit that being in his bed—our bed—reminds me of what he told me he wanted to do, back in his childhood bedroom.

  What he wanted to do to me.

  On me.

  I take a sharp breath, because the moment I opened my eyes I forgot about the reason I fainted.

  “Why don’t you live in the castle?” I ask.

  “Does it bother you, being alone in the woods with a mountain Prince?”

  I roll my eyes, sitting up in bed. “I’m not scared of you. And right now, I honestly don’t care where we are tonight. I just want to....” I bite my lip, shocked at my desire.

  I just fainted, but my body has quickly reminded me what it really wants right now: to be with Garrick again.

  “Good, then I’m going to take your word for it.”

  “I liked what we did in the castle. When you took control.”

  His eyes are bright in the lamplight. “I can take control again, Princess.”

  “That’s what I want,” I admit. “But what you said you wanted to do ... on me....” I run my hands over my breasts, thinking about how he said he wanted to spill his seed on them. “I need you to show me. How you want it. I need you to teach me.” My voice gets smaller then maybe it ever has before. Talking so intimately with a man I ha
rdly know requires a bravery I’m not used to. But saying the words empowers me.

  “Oh, I’ll teach you, honey. I’ll teach you right now.” Garrick leans over, kissing me hotly, kissing me with fire. Leaving me gasping for breath. His mouth covers mine and his tongue slips between my teeth, intertwined with mine. He kisses me long and hard and good.

  My core is on fire, in a way I wasn’t expecting, as his hand lifts my dress, his fingers grazing past my thighs.

  “I need to get you out of this,” he growls. “I need to see all of you.”

  Understanding his request, I get out of the bed and lift the dress over my head, dropping it to the floor. He must have taken off my sandals earlier when he carried me to bed, because all I’m wearing is a pair of silky white panties and a lacy white bra.

  “My God, Princess, you’re killing me.” His eyes look greedy from where he sits. I step toward him, and he wraps his arms around my waist, inhaling my pussy. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Iris. I am going to devour you tonight, you know that, right?”

  “Then you’ll have to help me out of my panties first, Garrick. Help me become your woman for a second time.”

  Chapter 10

  The moment her eyes fluttered open, I let out a sigh of relief. The last thing I wanted was to have my bride gone before our wedding night. I knew the moment she saw the cabin she’d be having second or third or fourth thoughts about this entire situation. About our arrangement.

  About this marriage.

  I’d seen the way she looked around my parents’ castle. The way she took in the party they offered her, showing her every decadent thing they could offer, as if wanting her to see what she was missing before she came out here with me.

  In this cabin, there’s no need for fake grins or small talk. She may be from a place of summer breezes and soft smiles, but there’s no space for that here.

  But when I took her hard and fast, the way we both wanted, something changed. Damn, I looked at her, so fucking pure and innocent, and wondered if bringing her out here was the right call.

  When she fainted I was fucking sure it wasn’t.

  But then, as I watched her rest, I thought about it.

  I don’t want a Princess who can’t understand where I come from and why. Who can’t find the beauty in the life I’ve chosen. She and I will never work if we can’t find common ground.

  And that’s why I didn’t toss her over my shoulder and carry her back to the castle.

  I want her to give my way of life a chance.

  I also wanted to fuck her again, taste her pussy for the first time, and let her hold my cock.

  But I didn’t know if she’d stay when she woke, or if she’d throw a hissy fit and flee.

  When she opened her eyes, it was obvious she’d had a change of heart. She looked around, but the only place her eyes landed was on me.

  I took that moment for what it was, for what it is: ours.

  She didn’t run out the door. Instead, she stood, slipped off her clothes, and offered me her body for the second time.

  I’d be a fucking fool not to take it, considering it’s everything I want.

  I stand, towering above her. With one finger I lift her chin, and I crush my mouth against her lips. Both of my hands hold her face as I draw her to me. She moans beneath me, and I want to kiss her until her pussy is so nice and wet that she can’t wait any longer for me to plunge my fingers deep in her folds and fill her with my touch. And later, with my cock.

  Our mouths connect. One hand lowers to her waist, running across the soft skin of her back. She smells like flower blossoms and nectar. I’m ready to lick her up, all of her juice.

  My fingers deftly unclasp the hook of her bra and I toss it to the floor. I pull my mouth from hers, wanting to take a nice hard look at her tits—the tits I can’t wait to cover with my come.

  The dress she wore today did nothing for her—not when I see her now, when I see her naked. Her tits are so big, so full. I palm each of them, rolling my fingers over the luscious globes, lowering my head so I can press my mouth against her hard nipples and suck.

  One day I’m going to put a baby in this woman, and these nipples will give our baby life, nourishment. But for now, they’re all mine. Only mine. Goosebumps cover her skin as she runs her fingers through my hair. I look up at her. Her eyes are filled with desire.

  “Take off my panties, Garrick. Tell me if you like what you see.”

  I’m surprised that she’s so coy—that she’s playing this way—but I don’t think it’s an act. For all her confidence in my old bedroom, and the surefire lines that she’s been able to throw back at me … today, in this intimate room, with the lights low and her skin hot, she’s more vulnerable.

  The innocent part of her is dripping from her words. I take off my shirt, tossing it on the bed, and her hands run over the hard ridges of my chest. My body is chiseled, carved just like the wood I chop down, hard and made for a purpose.

  Right now the purpose of my body is to be enjoyed by her.

  Her hands run around the waistband of my pants, and mine finger her panties the same way.

  I pull them down, and after they slide over her curvy hips they fall to the floor. I step back, wanting to get a good view of my Princess. Of my wife.

  Her body is an hourglass, her hips pushing out, her waist narrow, her tits huge.

  Her eyes are on me.

  I pull her to me, hard, squeezing her ass cheeks with both of my hands rolling her warm flesh in my palms. I pick her up, needing to get my face closer to her pussy. I lay her on the bed, loving the way her tits bounce as her head falls against the pillow. Heat rises to her cheeks, and she moves her hand to cover her body, but I pin her hands over her head.

  “No trying to hide yourself from me.” I release her hands. I have no intention of hurting her, I just want her to understand that she has nothing to hide. Nothing to cover. Because I’m ready to uncover every square inch.

  On my knees, I pull her to the edge of the bed and spread her knees apart, take a good hard look at her wet cunt.

  “Oh, Princess, your pussy is so hungry.”

  “Then feed it, Garrick, feed it with your cock.”

  “Oh, you’re not ready for that yet. Your pussy would cry if I try to put my cock back inside you right now.”

  “Then ... what?”

  I wonder how innocent my wife really is, if she’s playing games with me. My parents told me she was all over social media, using apps to post selfies of her life, so she’s not some naive girl who hasn’t been exposed to the real world in some way or another.

  But I guess she could still be pretty sheltered.

  “Do you know what I plan on doing with you right now?” I ask.

  “I have an idea....” Iris bites her bottom lip. Damn, that move turns me on.

  I look up at her, my head between her legs. “How much do you know about being fucked?”

  “I know that I like what you did before. I know that my pussy wants it. Needs it. I know my body craves something it doesn’t even understand. I know my body craves you.” Her words get my cock so fucking hard, so fucking fast.

  “I’m going to press my mouth against your wet cunt, and then I’m going to lick you until you come all over my face. And then, when you’re gushing like a good Princess, I’ll show you my cock.”

  “Don’t make me wait, I don’t want to wait. My body is on fire, Garrick. Do something to make it stop.”

  I can’t wait any longer; I press my face against her warm pussy and roll my tongue up and down her warm slit. She’s so wet, and I lap up her sweet juice like it’s my last motherfucking meal. Up and down, I roll my tongue over her, getting her off.

  Her clit throbs, and I know fucking her will be the real release she’s waiting for. Still, her pussy is so nice and tight and it needs me to work it over first. Pressing a finger into her, I move it in and out, rolling my tongue over her the entire time. I finger fuck her harder, wanting her to explode on my mouth.
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br />   “Oh baby, baby, yeah. That’s so, so good.” Iris is writhing on the bed, her hands clenching the quilt spread beneath her.

  This is what I love, the thing I’ve been waiting for. Her release gushes out of her, and I keep finger fucking her nice and hard until she’s moaning, her ass in the air as she comes. I lean down, my mouth not wanting to miss a single drop of this release. I want to lick her pussy juice as it pours from her. And I do.

  My beard is covered in her goodness and I shove my face all up in her pussy. She squeezes her thighs around my head, and I raise up on my knees, pushing her back on the bed.

  Taking off my pants, I am ready to give it to her. This Princess has been good and she’s ready to take my cock

  “Oh God, show me Garrick. Show me your cock. Show me what it can do to me. Because what you just did... I can’t imagine....”

  I smile, knowing Iris hasn’t seen anything yet.

  Chapter 11

  When he drops his pants, takes off his boxers, it reminds that this really is my wedding night. With a man I hardly know. With the Prince. In this cabin.

  Everything about today has been a roller coaster of emotions.

  But somehow, as he pulls off his boxers, I’m grateful for this moment. Because this is what I expected when I imagined my wedding night. I imagined a man, excited to get close to me. I imagined a prince who wanted me as his princess.

  I don’t know what will happen tomorrow. In fact, I’m just trying to imagine that tomorrow isn’t going to happen at all, because I know this cabin isn’t going to look quite as charming in the light of the day.

  But I’m hoping. I’m hoping that it’s the dream come true I imagined this morning when I was talking to Dahlia. I’m hoping that this is perfection. Hoping that whatever misunderstanding we had earlier, and the disappointment that seemed to revolve around the actual ceremony, maybe that was just a blip. Maybe from here on out it will be rose petals and sunsets and unicorns.

  Hell, I don’t need a prince who drives a fancy car. Garrick can take me out in a horse-drawn carriage. Maybe that is enough. Maybe that is everything.