Claimed Princess (Princess Series, #3)

I stand there for who knows how long, just looking at her in my bed. The sight of it eases something inside me, and I don’t want to go. But I must. If I stand here much longer I’ll move back between her silky thighs and never leave.

Instead, I walk over to the desk in the corner of the room and write her a note. I leave it on the bed beside her and kiss her cheek before I force myself to walk away.

I close the door behind me and go to the room across the hall. It’s dark and empty, and immediately I miss the smell of Heavenly. I lie back on the bed and ignore the throbbing ache of my cock. I’ve been pretending it isn’t there for hours, so this is really no different.

I could take myself in my hand and give him some kind of release, but I’d rather save it for our wedding night. It will be my first time, too, and I want it to be special. Maybe that sounds weak for a king to admit, but Heavenly is my Achilles heel.

I refuse to sneak into another room and take care of myself like I’m ashamed of what we did. Or more specifically, what I did to her. Loving her body is an honor, and I intend to share all of me with her. And if I can’t have pleasure in a room with her, then I won’t have any at all.

Rolling over, I close my eyes and think of my princess. Soon she’ll be my queen, and all that I’ve ever wanted will finally be in my grasp.





Chapter Seven





Heavenly





My eyes slowly flutter open, and before I’m fully awake, I know where I am. The smell of Carlos invades my lungs, and I roll over to find his side of the bed empty. Slowly the day before drifts through my mind. I close my eyes and replay parts in my head. The things he said to me, the things he did to my body. Last night wasn’t one of the nights I’d snuck into his bedroom. This time I’d been brought here and made to stay. I smile, thinking about him telling me he loves me. That I was his. It’s a dream that’s become real as the morning light shines.

Warmth floods me, and I want to go find him now. He’s being silly by not sleeping with me. We’ve slept in the same bed hundreds of times. Maybe he’s right though. If he’d been in this bed this morning, I could have been on top of him before he woke up. Something about being near him makes me want to be as close to him as possible, and when we did share the same bed, I’d always find him in my sleep. Apparently, my body against his was something he didn’t know how to control. The thought makes me have dirty fantasies.

I slip from the bed, removing the skirt that I’ll probably never be able to wear again. But I’ll have to keep it because it reminds me of what it all started yesterday. Tossing it onto the bed, I pick up Carlos’s dress shirt from the floor. I button it most of the way up before I walk out of his room in search of him.

Most people stay out of his wing of the castle. It’s how no one ever caught me sneaking in and out late at night. I check in the office he has on this floor, then a few other rooms. I wonder if he already went to his main office, but for some reason I don’t like the idea of him having left me here alone. I don’t want to think about him going back to work after what happened between us yesterday. I know he’s a king, but I think we have other things to handle right now.

He always puts me first, and that’s something I need to remind myself of. I walk back towards his room and stop, seeing a door to the left. It’s one that’s always locked, and for a second I just stare at it. For years I’ve tried to get into that room and I’ve always failed. I reach for the handle and turn, and this time the door opens. I want to squeal as I push the door gently, but I stop myself when I see my king lying on a bed in the middle of the room.

I quietly sneak in and shut the door behind me. Silently I tiptoe over to him and watch him for a moment. I never thought the day would come when he would be all mine. But the silly part of it all was he was always mine. How did I not see it? He was so different with me than anyone else. It was right there in front of my face, but for some reason I couldn’t believe it.

He shifts a little, and I hear him softly moan my name. Oh my God, he’s dreaming about me. My body starts to heat, and I want the same things he did to me last night all over again, but first I want to give it back to him. He gave me so much pleasure that I passed out last night. I didn’t even get the chance to see to him, and I’m guessing if he was awake he wouldn’t have let me. He would have said something about waiting for our wedding night.

I smile. Yeah, Carlos knows what kind of girl I am, and him telling me I have to wait won’t work. Maybe that’s why he hid his feelings from me for so long. I smile as I think about it, because that’s likely one hundred percent right. I would have been trying things like this long ago if I’d known. That would have gotten us in a whole lot of trouble, I’m sure.

My eyes travel down his body, admiring his broad chest, down the trail of hair that leads to what I can tell is a very hard cock. Slowly I slip onto the bed, trying not to wake him. I lightly grab the waistband of his boxer briefs and pull them down, revealing his cock to me. I don’t have the opportunity to admire it because I know my time is limited. I grab him in a firm hold and take him right into my mouth, like all the books I’ve read over the years have described.

“Heavenly.” My name comes from Carlos’s mouth in a strangled moan, and I slide farther down onto him. I feel his hand go to my hair, taking it in a tight fist. I suck harder, scared he is going to pull me off, but he only holds on to me. “Oh God… You don’t…understand…I can’t last.”

He growls, but I keep moving, sliding up and down on him. His cock fills my mouth, and his other hand slides up the shirt I have on. I open my legs a little more for him, and he goes straight for my clit, making me moan around his thick shaft.