I know I should be getting on my knees begging him for forgiveness for how I treated him and not having more respect for a prince, but I was more concerned about him catching me at a vulnerable moment and having the audacity to at me like he cared. I am going to temper how to speak to him now though. I don't need any extra guilt about disrespecting a prince.
"Seriously, why are you here? Do you have somewhere more… princely to be?"
He gave that damn charming smile of his. "What's more princely than helping a damsel in distress?"
"I wasn't in distress until I saw you," I point out.
He laughs. "You got me there. Did you know you are one hard woman to get in touch with?"
Now this sets off all sorts of confusion in my mind. Why would he be looking for me? Was he hunting me down just to get me beheaded or something? These and a million other questions resting my head, but all that comes out is "huh?"
"I've been looking for you. You're like a modern-day Cinderella. A beautiful woman goes running off into the night at a prince must search for her."
"I'm still confused. Why would you want to look for me?"
"There must be some lasting damage from you drowning yesterday. I'm really concerned about your health right now. I told you, you’re my Cinderella. I've come to suite my princess off her feet."
Maybe he's right in my brain is waterlogged, because nothing he is saying makes any sense.
"I love you, Kayla. I know that you probably that of what life waiting for you back home in America, but I want you to come home with me. I want you to be my wife."
This is totally stupid, but I believe him. Even worse, I want the same thing. I want to be his wife. I want to be his Princess. I want him to be mine.
"What is wrong with me," I mutter.
He cups my face in his hands. "As long as you are you, there is nothing that can ever be wrong with you. You are perfect in every way. The only thing that could make you even more perfect, would be you saying yes that you'll be my wife."
"Then yes, I'll be your life."
He pulls my face closer to his and captures my lips and our first kiss. It is nothing like I had imagined, it is so much more. I can feel the love pouring out through his touch. When we break apart, it is with great reluctance. He peppers soft kisses across my face in a sweet promise of more later.
"I meant what I said, I want you to come home with me as my wife, my princess. There is a chapel in town, we can do it now."
Now? He's talking elopement. He wants me to elope with him and there's nothing I want more. Well, there is one thing I want more, but that would come after the wedding.
6
Kayla
By the time we get back to the hotel, I am a newly married woman. We go to his hotel room because we rightly assume his is bigger. I shouldn't call it a hotel room. That diminishes in. This was a penthouse suite.
I don't get much time to admire the suite. As soon as we get in the room, he takes me by the hand and leads me to the back bedroom. We do not stop there, though. He leads me to the next door into a opulent bathroom.
"This is your wedding day. You deserve to have the most luxurious day of your life. When we get back home and have an official Royal wedding there will be a lot of hoopla, but I want our actual wedding date to just be me taking care of you. I took the liberty of calling ahead and having room service said a little something up."
He gestures to where a tray of champagne and strawberries wait at the edge of a bathtub large enough to easily fit the both of us. The bath is filled to the brim with steaming hot water and bubbles. Even from here I can tell if we were both to get in there water would spill out. I don't think he much cared, and I find neither do I.
"It's beautiful," I said. And I mean it. It is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, beyond him.
With gentle hands he helps me undress and I returned the favor. Soon we are both naked and easing into the hot water. I try to keep my eyes away from his body, but even out of the corner of my eye I see his halfhearted member larger than anything I could imagine going inside me and I wasn't even fully enlarged yet. The idea terrified me, yet still sent a tingle between my legs.
Sebastian has me sit with my back towards him, instead of facing each other. The reason why becomes clear as soon as he picks up a washcloth and soap and starts to wash my back. Everything about it is so incredibly sensual. The cloth he is using doesn't feel like a normal washcloth, it is soft and drags like velvet across my skin.
Even better is the feel of his hands as they tickle across my skin. Ass soon as soap is covering my body, he abandons the pretense of washing me and lets the washcloth slide into the water as his hands caress me.
Sebastian let’s his hands slide up my torso until they cup my breasts. My nipples ache for him to touch them. And when he finally does, I arch my back, pushing my breasts into his hands. His fingers pinched at my nipples and sensations I never knew existed sparked through me.
“Do you like that?”
I have no voice. All I can do is nod my head against the firmness of his chest. He trails kisses along the side of my neck and I could feel something hard against my back. It takes me a moment to realize exactly what it is, but when I do, I turn my head and kiss Sebastian with such desperation.
“Baby,” he whispers against my lips. “Let’s get out of here and I’ll show you the stars.”
We get out of the water and dry each other off, which probably takes longer than it would have if we dried ourselves. I enjoy every second of it.
We don’t make it to the bed. That is entirely too far for us to get while keeping our hands off of one another. Sebastian lifts me into his arms and I straddle his waist. He holds me and all my curves with no effort as we resume our frantic kissing. Sebastian clutches at me and pushes me against a wall.
I need more. I don’t know exactly what it is that I need, but I know I need more. I pull at his shoulders, trying to drag him impossibly closer. His cock is hard against my crevice, teasing me.
“Sebastian,” I whine.
“I got you, baby. I got you,” he promises. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”
Using the wall to help support me, he moves one of his hands from my ass where he had been clutching me, to my soaking wet petals. When his finger delves into me in a way I have never felt before, I cry out in pleasure. More and more builds up in me until I feel like I am falling over a cliff.
And just when that crest tops off, I feel him push inside me. Stretching me and filling me and reaching places no person has ever reached before, not even my fingers that I had occasionally succumbed to.
This is nothing like what I imagined. It is so much more. And I can’t fathom it being this good with anyone that I didn’t love with my whole heart as I love Sebastian.
With that thought elevating every nerve ending in my body, it doesn’t take much more to send me over the edge again. This time Sebastian joins me.
“I love you so much,” he gasps out.
“I love you too.”
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