But with London, it was totally different.
She was everything I wanted in another person. She wasn’t royal, but she had class. She wasn’t rich, but she was the most intelligent person I’d ever met. She wasn’t a suitable partner, but I couldn’t picture myself with anyone else.
How did this happen?
She meant nothing to me when she first came into my life. I’d slapped her a few times, kept her in my freezing basement for weeks, and stripped her naked so a stranger could contemplate buying her.
But now she meant everything to me.
I didn’t think I was capable of feeling anything like this ever again. I didn’t think I could quit being an alcoholic, but she made that happen. I didn’t think I could be happy…but she made that happen too.
When I woke up the following morning, I didn’t feel like getting any work done. I never took a day off because there was always so much to do, and I felt burned out at the moment. Ariel could cover my calls. And if it was something she couldn’t handle, they could wait until tomorrow.
I was usually gone before London opened her eyes, so I took the opportunity to watch her sleep. She abandoned her side of the king bed and hogged mine, her arm wrapped around my waist with her head resting on my chest.
Her back rose and fell as she slept, and her eyelashes looked thick when they were pressed against the top of her cheek. She was naked under the sheets since we went to sleep the second we were finished fucking. My come was still sitting inside her—exactly where it belonged.
Thirty minutes later, her eyes opened and she looked directly into my face. It took her sleepy mind a moment to understand what she was looking at. She blinked then focused her gaze again, my features registering in her brain. “You’re still here…”
“I don’t feel like working today.”
“Are you not feeling well?” she asked, the concern creeping into her voice.
“No, I’m fine. I just want to stay with you.”
She stretched her arms and arched her back, her mouth opening with a cute yawn. “A whole day with Crewe?”
“Yeah. How does that sound?”
“That sounds really nice, actually.” She pressed kisses along my chest and stomach, her hair trailing across my skin as she moved. “I hope that means I’m gonna get laid.”
I smiled, loving how sexy she was without even trying. “You’re definitely going to get laid.” I rolled on top of her and held my body on top of hers, putting my weight on my elbows. I leaned down and kissed her even though neither one of us had brushed our teeth. It didn’t matter what the circumstance was, I always wanted my mouth on hers. She was a fantastic kisser, her small tongue perfect against mine.
She immediately wrapped her legs around my waist, eager to get down to business.
I loved morning sex. Nothing better than having a beautiful woman first thing in the morning. “I love how much you want me.”
She hooked her arms around my neck and ground against me. “I’ve never wanted a man more in my life.”
Jesus Christ.
I pushed my cock inside her and slid into that pussy I’d become obsessed with. It was a home for my dick, the space I loved occupying more than any other. Every woman was different, perfect in their own way. But she was far above the rest. I loved every single feature of her body, worshiped it.
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head when she felt me stretch her apart. “Crewe…”
I loved it when my woman said my name. It made me feel more like royalty than my noble blood. My hand snaked into her hair, and I looked into her eyes as I watched her writhe for me. A woman’s pleasure wasn’t the highest priority on the list, but with London, I wanted to make sure the sex was even better for her than it was for me.
That was probably why she fell in love with me to begin with.
Never in my life had I shared my universe with another person. I had my men and my guards, and I had Finley, who’d been part of my life longer than my own parents. But there was never a real partnership. Even Ariel wasn’t someone whom I connected my soul with. When Josephine and I were engaged to be married, I still didn’t feel this way.
With London, she felt like family. She filled the hole my parents’ death had left behind. She shared my world and made it a better place. When I walked into our private quarters, I could truly be myself. I didn’t have to be the scotch king anymore.
I could just be a man.
The fact that she fell for me despite her difficult situation only told me what we had was real. Only something stronger than lust could bring us together like this. Only something true could get London to look at me the way she was looking at me right now.
Her hands glided up my shoulders until they dug into my hair. Her fingertips were either brutal or gentle, clawing at me or caressing me. She rocked her hips in tune with my thrusts, taking my cock just as I was giving it. She breathed into my mouth as she enjoyed me, her hard nipples rubbing against my chest.
There was nowhere else in the world I’d rather be than here. “So fucking beautiful.” I would never get over the fact that she was mine. A lot of beautiful women had graced my bed, but they had nothing on this woman. I could stare at the corner of her mouth forever because even that small part was absolutely perfect. I was obsessed with her body, but I was also obsessed with her soul.
Her eyes melted like chocolate in the summer sun. Her nails dragged down the back of my neck to my shoulders, and she clawed her way into my muscle, her hips still working with mine. Her lips were parted, and her small teeth could be seen. “I love you so much.” She pulled me harder into her like she wasn’t getting enough of me.
I didn’t think twice before the words came out of my mouth. “I love you more.” We never had the long and annoying conversation about our future, and I started to suspect it was never coming. London was happy where we are, happy with where we stood in the middle of time. She wanted me every day until our days on earth were gone.
She kissed me and breathed into my mouth at the same time, her excitement palpable. Her ankles locked together around my waist and her nails scratched my skin.
I realized it was the first time I was truly happy. The feeling was so foreign I didn’t recognize it. I couldn’t remember the last time I was happy. Maybe I’d never been happy all my life. I thought Josephine made me complete, but I quickly realized that was just a short-term high. What I had with London was special. If I met her in a bar on a night out, we probably would have ended up the same way. She didn’t need to be my prisoner for us to fall for each other.
It was meant to happen.