But fuck does it ever spur me on, especially in that fuck me voice of hers.

Whatever restraints that were holding me back are now snapping loose, and the animal inside is coming out to play, to hunt, to take what’s his, what he needs and desires more than anything.

Ella, every way I can get her.

I prowl onto the bed, my cock jutting out, as I put my hands on her thighs and spread her legs, hiking her dress up to her waist.

She’s wearing just a thin pair of cotton underwear, the type I could make transparent in seconds. In fact, it looks like she doesn’t need much help. She’s wet like anything.

I bring my finger to the edge of her panties and pull it aside, exposing her bare, glistening flesh.

“Helvete,” I murmur, taking her all in. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, you know that? Perfectly pink, wet, and, god, I bet you’re tight.”

She lets out a soft gasp at that, tensing up. Then I can tell she’s willing herself to relax. I don’t even know if she’s had anyone go down on her before but I guess it doesn’t really matter, does it? My goal tonight is to make sure my name is the only name she’ll ever remember screaming.

“Does this feel good?” I ask her, trailing my fingers up and up and up until they brush against her clit.

She gasps again, her head rolling from side to side, her hands grasping the blanket.

“Tell me,” I demand.

“Yes,” she whispers, trying to raise her head to look at me. It drops back down once I start rubbing her in tiny circles. Over and over, tighter and tighter.

Part of me wants to take my time.

The other part wants her to come right now, all over my hand, all over my face.

I know what part will win out tonight.

Without saying a word, I bend down and start licking up her soft naked thighs until she shivers and moans, until goosebumps erupt all over her sensitive skin.

I slide my fingers into her cunt, wet and wanting, just as I’d imagined it would be. She’s practically melting into my touch and my fingers melt into her.

“Feel how soaked you are,” I moan, kissing briefly down her legs. “God, I want you to come in my mouth, all over my face. I want to drink you all up for days.”

At that, she stiffens. She’s used to my vulgar mouth, but she’s not used to the dirty talk.

Only one way to get her used to it.

“Do you want that?” I ask, pulling my head back to look at her. “Do you want me to keep fucking you with my fingers?” I push my fingers deeper inside her, causing her back to arch. “Or maybe my mouth?”

“Yes,” she cries out.

I grin, sliding three fingers in this time. She grips them like a fucking vise.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, god Magnus, everything. Give me everything.”

Fuck me.

If she keeps talking like that, I’m going to come right here, right now.

Actually, why the fuck not?

While I lean over and start teasing my tongue up her thighs again, inhaling her sweet, intoxicating scent, I take my other hand and start sliding it up and down my hard cock, my grip light and quick for now.

“Fuck,” I moan, and she reaches down and grabs the top of my head, her fingers sinking into my hair as I move my face between her legs. My lips meet her swollen ones and I tease her clit with the tip of my finger before sliding my tongue along her cleft and plunging it inside her.

She lets out an airy, breathless gasp, the most gorgeous sound I’ve ever heard, and then her hips start bucking against me as I swirl my tongue around her clit relentlessly and plunging my tongue deep inside.

“Yes, fuck my mouth,” I murmur against her as she tries to get more out of me, her hips slamming up in building desperation.

This is unreal.

She’s so hot, so tight, so wet.

So damn wild.

Her sweet, salty taste on my tongue feels like it’s a drug in the slipstream and I’m slowly going mad over it. I want to devour her until there’s nothing left. I want to make her scream and squirm and moan into oblivion.

I want her to be the opposite of a princess.

I want to see her down and dirty.

Slumming it with a prince like me.

She cries out, her fist in my hair, yanking hard as she sinks further into me, hips rocking for pressure, for purchase. I give it my all, fingers going in deeper, sliding along the right places, my tongue working her clit overtime, her juices running down my chin.

“Magnus,” she cries out, and I know I just need to give her a lick to push her over the edge.

I push.

She cries out as the orgasm tears through her, coming hard into my mouth, her clit pulsing beneath my lips, and I drink her all in, keeping her coming until she has nothing left to give.

I pull back and watch her for a moment, watching as she writhes there, breathless and high, waiting for her to come back to earth.

Then, when she does, I make sure she sees me touching myself, getting off. My fist works my cock faster and faster.

“That’s right, keep watching,” I tell her, voice breaking from the strain. “Watch me fucking come.”

Her dazed eyes are locked to the sight of my fist pumping, my cock growing darker and thicker and that sight alone is enough for me.

My eyes pinch shut as light bursts behind them and I’m going off, explosions along my spine, my cum shooting hard onto her thigh as I let out a loud, long moan.

I keep my fist working, getting every last drop, relishing the triumphant sight of my release all over her bare skin.

Considering how hard I’ve been around her for the last few weeks, I’m surprised I lasted as long as I did.

She’s still got that serene, sated look in her eyes as she stares at the mess I left on her legs. “Don’t worry,” I tell her. “I didn’t get any on your dress.”

I slow my pumping down and then start crawling back on the bed over to her.

“That was round one,” I tell her, capturing her mouth with mine, wanting her to taste herself. “How about round number two?”

“Already?” she asks, her voice throaty. So fucking sexy.

“Give me a second and—”

“Magnus!” A pounding at the door makes us both freeze on the spot.

It’s Jane.

“I can’t find Ella,” she yells, and I’m glad she doesn’t try to open the door, even if it is locked. “If she’s in there with you, tell her that the limo is here. We need you downstairs, STAT.”

I don’t say anything back at Jane, but I stare down at Ella and I smile big as I brush her hair off her damp, glowing face.

I can’t believe we just did that.

“Looks like round number two might have to wait,” I tell her. “Well, now that you’ve come in my mouth and I’ve come all over your legs, I think we might just be a little more comfortable with each other, wouldn’t you say?”

The interview went better than expected.

At least we were a lot more comfortable with each other, comfortable in the way lovers might be if they have to try and behave in a formal setting.

But it wasn’t all smooth sailing. The sexual tension was somehow even worse than before. Getting a taste of Ella only makes my need for her stronger, and I think it was the same for her. I mean, I know that orgasm nearly ripped her apart. She was practically squirting into my mouth.

And of course the fact that we both just came like messy teenagers before we left for the interview meant we weren’t the sharpest tools in the shed. There were a lot of blank moments, a lot of leaning into each other and giggling. I have no idea what it’s going to look like, but at the end the interviewer did say we seemed very much in love.

Which was what we were going for.

But damn if it didn’t seem weird to have that term thrown around. All I’ve been thinking about was the sexual and physical side of our relationship, making that seem believable. I didn’t think once about love.

I have to wonder when that’s going to change.

“Well, that was nerve-racking,” Ella says after we head toward the waiting limo. There’s a crowd of people who have gathered outside the studio, taking pictures. I do my usual wave and smile, while Ella looks like she could crawl under a rock.

“You were amazing,” I assure. “Not a pro like me but still pretty good.”

She rolls her eyes and laughs.

We get inside the limo and Ottar is already there in the back seat.

“How was it?” he asks as the limo pulls away.

I hold Ella’s hand up to my lips and kiss the back of it. “I think it went well.”

She leans in to me, smiling happily.

Ottar winces. “I’m sorry to do this, Ella, but Magnus and I need to be dropped off at the palace to deal with some arrangements.”

“I do? What? Why can’t she come?”

“It’s nothing to do with her, just things to be read and some papers to be signed. About you starting to sit on the high council meetings soon. To get you up to speed.”

Shit. Forgot about all of that. My first steps to becoming a king.

I’ve really tried not to think about that, no matter when in the future it happens. But my father reminded me on the phone the other day that it’s time to start learning.

I give Ella an apologetic look. “You’ll be all right at the estate by yourself?”

“I’ll have Jane, and you know she won’t give me a moment’s peace.” She smiles, so damn beautiful. “I’ll be fine.”

I won’t be. I won’t even be able to concentrate on what I’m supposed to be learning when all I can think about is her.

She’s become my focus in this crazy world.

And I don’t mind that one bit.

Sixteen

Ella

“Ella, darling, you are looking radiant,” the King says to me as he enters the sitting room where I’ve sequestered myself with a cup of tea.

I immediately attempt to get to my feet but he puts his hands out. “No, sit. Don’t get up. I know you weren’t expecting to see me.”