by Parker Grey
For once, I’m not worried. I don’t think my father will say no to anything I want right now.
“Talked to him already too,” Declan says, reaching into his pocket.
He pulls out a small box. Gets down on one knee.
Oh.
“Aurora, will you marry me?” he asks, his voice suddenly soft.
Somehow, I wasn’t expecting it, and I get choked up. Tears rush to my eyes, and I press my lips together, trying to force myself not to cry.
“Yes,” I whisper.
Declan slides the ring onto my finger. It’s not huge, but it’s ornate, beautifully wrought in white gold, and it sparkles in the light when I move it.
“It was my great-great-grandmother’s,” he says. “And then my grandmother’s, and someday, one of our grandchildren will be wearing it.”
He stands, bends over my hospital bed, and kisses me. It’s slow and deep, almost lazy, and I wrap my hand around his head, into his hair and hold him to me.
Despite everything, he still makes me shiver. He lights a fire deep inside me, and it’s unfair, because right now I can’t even take care of myself, and Declan keeps refusing. Something about not wanting to re-sprain my hip or re-crack my ribs.
“I love you,” he murmurs.
“I love you too,” I say.
I take one of his hands, guide it to my breast, my stiff nipple under his fingers.
“If you loved me you wouldn’t torture he like this,” he groans.
I lick his bottom lip.
“I could say the same,” I whisper.
Chapter Thirty
Declan
Four Months Later
I peer through the tiny window in the heavy wooden door. Aurora’s standing out there, resting her hands on the stone balustrade and looking out over my kingdom, cities and towns and then the tall mountains in the distance.
I’m not supposed to be here, but I push the door open anyway and step out onto the palace’s balcony. Her head turns, and she looks slightly taken aback.
“You’re not supposed to be here,” she says.
“Why? It’s my castle,” I point out, grinning.
“It’s bad luck to see me in my dress,” she says, her eyes already sparkling wickedly.
“It’d be worse luck not to see you right now,” I tell her, stepping forward and caressing her curves in my hands.
“You clearly don’t know the first thing about weddings,” she says, and I lean in and kiss her.
I want more. I want so much more than this, right now, even as my tongue invades her mouth and she melts into me, her body practically begging me for sin. And I know Aurora does too, because I’ve made it my mission to know her body better than I know my own.
“You didn’t come out here just for a kiss,” she murmurs, biting my lip softly.
“On the contrary, I did,” I say. “I don’t mind breaking tradition to see you before the ceremony, but fucking before the wedding night? Unheard of.”
Aurora just laughs, and I laugh too, because of course we fucked before the wedding night. We’ve fucked hard and we’ve fucked gentle, we’ve made love and tied each other up and been so rough we left bruises.
“You’re not here to do something filthy to me only hours before we get married?” she asks, mock innocence in her voice.
“I’m here to torture you by making you wonder what I’ve got planned for tonight,” I murmur into her ear. “How’s that?”
“Torturous,” she says.
“You’re enjoying the view?”
It’s not the first time she’s visited Floronia. She’s been here plenty of times, but never before as its future queen.
“I like it,” she says. “It feels like home.”
I stroke the back of her neck, letting my hand drift down between her shoulder blades.
The past four months have been hard, probably the hardest of my life — not that I’ve had a hard life. Aurora was in the hospital for a long time, recovering, and then when she got out she had daily physical therapy.
She was in the neck brace for a long time, and even had to have slight reconstructive surgery on her jaw.
But I told her I loved her, and I told her I’d be there for her. I do, and I was, and I still am. I’d do it again for twice as long, though I could never wish that on Aurora.
And now, at last, she’s standing in my castle. Bones healed, bruises gone, nothing wrong with her besides occasional odd headaches and ribs that ache when it’s going to rain.
By tonight, she’ll be my wife.
It’s the best gift I could possibly ask for.
That night, I shut the door to the east wing of my palace behind me, the walls echoing with the heaviness of the sound. I’ve already had the lights dimmed, and I carefully take Aurora’s face in my hands and bend to kiss her.
“I don’t know which threshold I’m to carry you over,” I tell her. “Technically, you’ve been in my house all day.”
“It doesn’t matter, as long as you carry me to your bed,” she says, looking up at me through her eyelashes.
I suck in a quick breath. Today was wonderful, beyond fantastic — and it was also sheer torture. Seeing her in her white gown, the very picture of innocence, but knowing what I get to do to her tonight, knowing what she’ll beg me to do nearly destroyed me with impatience.
I pick Aurora up in my arms, carry her down the hall, past a living room and kitchen. I push open the door to my bedroom with my foot, revealing an enormous poster bed scattered with rose petals, moonlight streaming through the window.
I put her down and cover her mouth with mine instantly. She wraps her arms around my neck and pushes her body against mine, the thick fabric of her wedding dress warm with her body heat.
“I spent all day thinking about this,” I growl, letting one hand drift down her shoulder to the top of her stuff bodice.
“Thinking about what?” she asks, her voice low and sultry.
“Wondering if there was any way I could crawl under the banquet table and eat you out in the middle of our own wedding reception,” I say, grabbing her ass and squeezing. “If the photographer hadn’t been there after the ceremony, I’d have torn this dress off of you and bent you over right there in the vestibule.”
She hooks one finger under the top button of my shirt, licks her lips, my cock stiffening in response.
I love this, her combination of innocent and vixen. How I know that despite the way that she looks at me like this is her first time, deep down she loves the dirty things we do just as much as me.
“I’m a little disappointed you didn’t,” she says, tugging lightly at the button.
I reach behind her, find the hidden zipper on the gown, slowly pull it down her spine while Aurora leans in, her lips on my neck.
“This dress used to have buttons, all the way down the back,” she murmurs. “I had them taken off because I didn’t want it to take you too long to get it off.”
With that she slides it from her arms, and her wedding gown falls to the floor.
She’s completely naked underneath. No bra. No panties. Aurora bites her lip and looks up at me.
I let my hands roam her body, pinching her nipples until she moans, sliding my hand between her legs, feeling her wetness. I push her backward, to the bed, until she’s sitting on it and I’m towering over her, between her legs.
“Aurora,” I murmur as I push three fingers into her pussy.
She sighs and moans, her hips thrusting up to meet me.
“Tonight,” I go on, sliding them out, moving them down. “I’m claiming your ass.”
I circle her tight bud with my dripping-wet fingers, and Aurora falls backward, her hair pooling around her head, panting for breath.
“I want you to have everything,” she whispers back, grabbing my hand by the wrist.
She guides one of my fingers into her tight hole, just to the first knuckle. My cock throbs so hard that I think I might come right then, and I know that I can barely wait.
Chapter Thirty-One
Aurora
Declan pushes his finger a little further into my ass, lubricated with my own juices, and I moan, squirming with anticipation.
I’ve wanted this for months. Since before my accident I’ve been desperate for him to take this one last part of me, to feel him there, in my most forbidden place.
But for a long time, we had to be careful. Cracked ribs and a neck brace don’t mix well with rough sex, and I think Declan was a little afraid he’d hurt me.
I put one knee over his shoulder, totally naked while he’s still clothed, totally open and vulnerable to anything he wants to do to me. I belong to him completely, body and soul, and knows it.
“Declan,” I say, moving one hand to my nipple, pinching it between my fingers.
He moves his finger deeper into my ass and I moan, pinching harder.
“I need this,” I whisper. “I need to feel your cock in my ass tonight, I need you to take me hard and make me scream your—”
He leans forward and lands his mouth on mine, shutting me up and nearly crushing me, shoving me backward onto the bed. His finger comes out of my ass, but his rock-hard length presses up against my soaking wet pussy.
“This?” he growls into my mouth, grinding it against my pussy and clit as my legs curl around him. “You want me to fuck your tight, virgin little ass with my thick cock?”
“Please,” I murmur, my breath coming in gasps.
I tug at the buttons on his shirt, undoing them as fast as I can.
“I need you inside me,” I moan, my hands already on his hard, muscular chest.
In seconds, his shirt is off, his pants are unbuttoned, the huge monster in his pants springing out.
I reach for it, but he catches my wrist, pins it by my side, making me ache with desire.
“You need what I say you need,” he says, his voice low and dangerous as he bends his head to my neck.
He sucks the skin there are, enough to leave a mark, trailing his lips toward my breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth at a time. I arch my back, moaning, my legs still wrapped around his hips.
I want him inside me. I need him, and even though he’s got my wrists I’m desperately moving my hips, trying to get him inside me, but he refuses.
Teasing me. Taunting me.
“I could have you swallow my cock right now,” he murmurs into my ear.
I bite my lip. I can practically taste him already, the way he fills my mouth. The ways he groans when I relax my throat and let him fuck me that way, my nose pressed against the short fur on his lower belly.
“You’re fucking beautiful when you’re staring up at me with your mouth full,” he goes on. “But I’m too fucking impatient for that tonight, Aurora. I’ve got the rest of my life for you to suck my cock.”
With that he rears back on his knees, grabs my leg, and flips me over, hauling me to my hands and knees.
“But tonight, I can’t wait,” he says, and grabs my hair.
Then he thrusts himself into my wet, waiting pussy, taking me in one stroke.
I cry out in pleasure, and he pulls my head back, making me moan even harder. Even though he’s done this again and again, every single time it makes me feel like my bones are turning to jelly, my mind to mush.
“Declan,” I moan.
He doesn’t answer, just pulls my hair again and starts fucking me, hard and fast. His cock hits every single sensitive spot inside me, and in moments I’m a quivering, shaking pool of limbs, moaning his name over and over again.
Just as I’m about to come, he suddenly pulls out, and I gasp.
“Don’t stop,” I whimper.
Instead of answering, he puts two fingers inside me, fucking me deep, crooking them. I push back as hard as I can, but it’s not what I want. But in seconds, he pulls them out, slides them to my back hole, and then the tip of his cock is back at my entrance.
I can’t wait. I push backward, taking him in all at once, my eyes rolling at the feeling of Declan filling me deep. He grabs me by the hip before I can fuck him harder like I’m desperate to do, his slippery fingers circling my back hole.
I force myself to be still, pussy clenching around him as he pushes one finger, then another into my tight hole. Each new addition makes me gasp with pleasure, head back, chest heaving.
“You like it when I fill your holes,” he murmurs.
“Yes,” I moan.
I push back against him, slower this time, taking both his fingers and cock deep, reveling in the feeling of being stretched out, filled, utterly taken by this man. This time he fucks me slowly, and while he’s not exactly gentle, he knows how to make sure he doesn’t hurt me.
Then he pauses again. I hold my breath, right on the brink, but I know that I’m under his control right now. Whether I come is completely up to him.
Slowly, a third finger slides into my back hole. I gasp as he pushes it past the ring of muscle, arms shaking on the bed and I force myself to relax to accommodate him. It’s more than I’ve taken before, and especially with his cock inside me, it’s almost overwhelming.
But then it’s through and I exhale, pleasure rushing up my body like a tsunami.
“Oh God, that feels good,” I moan, moving my hips back, letting him fuck me.
“You like being stuffed full, you dirty girl?” he says, thrusting forward.
The force of it nearly knocks the wind from me, and I can’t answer, only moan.
“I know you do,” he growls. “Better hurry up and come for me, Aurora. I can’t last long like this.”
He barely even has to ask before lights are shooting in front of my eyes and I’m screaming, moaning, bucking back against him, coming as hard as I ever have before.
It feels fucking amazing, like I’m being obliterated in a wave of pleasure. His wave of pleasure, because I belong completely to him in this moment.
As soon as I’m done he pulls out.
“Don’t move,” he whispers, and even though my shaking limbs want me to collapse onto the bed, I don’t. Behind me, Declan’s pants fall to the floor, and I turn my head to watch.
He’s got a bottle of something, and he’s smearing it into his huge cock, pumping himself up and down. The sight alone makes me bite my lip, pussy clenching in anticipation. He comes back to the bed, bottle still in hand.
“Spread your knees apart,” he says, and I obey, lowering myself to my elbows as well.
I know what’s coming. He’s told me. I’ve begged for it. But the sudden feeling of slippery, cool lube on my back hole is still a surprise, even as he rubs it around gently, just barely inserting a finger.
“Aurora,” he murmurs, bending over me.
The tip of his cock is at my back entrance, just waiting.
“Yes?”
“Beg me one more time,” he orders.
I swallow hard, take a deep breath, my hands tight on the bed sheets.
This is finally happening.
“Fuck my ass, Declan,” I beg. “Please.”
Gently, he slides the tip of his cock into my hole, slippery with lube, and I gasp. He’s so much bigger than even three fingers, and he’s not even in yet.
“God, you’re so tight,” he groans, fingers finding my clit, circling it slowly.
I moan again.
“You like feeling me stretch you?” he asks.
I gasp, face in the bedsheets. It doesn’t exactly hurt, but it feels like it could start at any second as he works his way into me slowly, pushing harder and harder.
Suddenly there’s a quick moment of pain, but then the head of his cock pops through the thick ring of muscle and I draw in a deep, shuddering breath.
“God,” Declan moans. “Aurora, your ass feels so fucking good.”
I can’t speak, only whimper. He’s still slowly circling my clit with his fingers, and my body feels like it’s filled to the brim with sensation, so intense I don’t know if I can move.
Then he pushes his cock just a little dee
per, and I think I explode. Every millimeter he gets inside me, inside this new hole, opens up new nerves, new sensations. I whimper again, moaning, screaming, making noises I don’t think I’ve ever made before as Declan’s whole cock slowly makes its way inside me.
Finally, he’s hilted. My whole body is twitching, trembling, and he reaches around my shoulders, pulls me up until I’m kneeling. I grab one bedpost for support, certain I can’t stay upright on my own with his cock buried in my ass.
“You’re filthy and I love you,” he whispers, reaching around, slowly massaging my clit. “I love the way you’re a sweet, perfect princess in public and my dirty queen when we’re alone. I love the way you beg me to fuck you. I love the way you say my name when you come.”
He pulls out a centimeter, slowly, thrusts in again, and I nearly scream with pleasure.
“I love the way you let me fuck your ass hard and deep, and I love the way you like it so much you can barely talk right now,” he finishes.
I swallow, lost in a maze of sheer pleasure, nearly unable to think.
“I love you,” I whisper. “Don’t stop.”
Declan fucks me slowly, his cock bottoming out with every stroke, lighting up every single nerve in my body as he does. I can barely speak. The only word that comes out of my mouth is his name, whispered and screamed, over and over again.
It’s seconds before I come the first time. I feel like the world shatters in front of my eyes, and Declan has to hold me up as I go boneless, coming so hard I can’t move.
But then I come again, and again. Declan keeps going, fucking my ass harder and harder, each stroke pure, filthy bliss. I knew it would feel this good but I didn’t realize it would feel like the earth might open up and swallow me whole.
Finally, he grabs my hair again, wraps his other arm around my waist, and drives his cock into me as hard as he can. I can feel it as he throbs and jerks deep inside me, exploding as he growls in my ear, biting my shoulder.
“I love you,” he whispers as he comes. “I fucking love you.”
Together we gasp, panting, and catch our breath. I turn my head and kiss him quickly on the lips, and he slides out of me, pulling me backward onto the bed, wrapping me in his strong, safe arms.