Married to a Prince

by Calista King

  She was surprised seeing this wild animistic side of him, and she half expected him to growl at any moment. She could sense the tight reign he kept on himself. It turned her on and excited her more than she thought possible. His head bent down and his lips suckled her soft and sensitive neck causing her to groan out loud.

  "Andreas," she sighed, arching her hips forward and grinding against him.

  Her movements caused him to lose what little control he had left. He pressed against her, rubbing his erection against the sensitive spot between her legs. Laila released a soft moan; she could feel how wet she was and was sure Andreas felt it too. Needing to feel him, Laila reached out and captured his lips in a searing kiss. It was like a fire had been ignited within her and she wouldn't stop until the flame had been quenched. She kissed him possessively, wanting to impart her brand upon him. He was hers and she was his. There would be no one else, she wanted her kiss to say.

  Andreas responded in kind, his tongue sweeping possessively, while is hips continued to grind against her. She groaned against his mouth as pleasure coursed through her whole body and she knew she couldn't hold back any longer. She wanted him inside her and was willing to beg.

  "Please Andreas, I need you," she panted.

  Andreas pulled back and released her hands. He looked down at her, his eyes hooded with lust, a slow smile tugging on his lips. His eyes looked fierce and Laila felt a shiver run up and down her back. She had never imagined he could look so intense and dangerous, and she loved it.

  Without saying a word, he dropped down to his knees in front of her and parted her legs. Laila's knees felt like they would buckle from the anticipation. He traced his fingers from her hip slowly down her inner thigh towards her ankle, his lips following the trail. He teased her, always getting close to her most sensitive spot, but never lingering there for long. He lifted her right leg kissing from her ankle to her thigh before throwing it over his shoulder.

  Laila's body was tense with need and her fingers dug into his scalp, pulling him forward. He chuckled against her skin, the vibration sending shivers through her before he buried his lips against her wetness. The contact felt like a bolt of electricity shooting through her and Laila had to bite her bottom lip to keep from screaming. The tension in her belly was building to an unbearable level and she knew at any moment she would snap and break.

  When he slid his fingers inside her, Laila let out a sharp gasp of pleasure. She looked down at him as he slid his fingers into his mouth, slowly sucking her essence from his skin. The sight was the most erotic thing Laila had ever seen. He continued to tease her with his fingers, building up the tension in her belly before finally replacing his fingers with his mouth.

  Laila threw back her head and whimpered at the feel of his agile tongue working around her sensitive nub. It sent jolts of pleasure shooting through her. He flattened his tongue and slid it down the length of her in a long slow stroke before plunging it in her.

  "Sweet Jesus!" she groaned as she arched her hip forward, digging into his scalp.

  If the movement hurt him, Andreas didn't let it show. He chuckled at her exclamation, but didn't stop his assault. Laila was no virgin, but she felt like being with Andreas was a revelation. No man had ever worked her body like this before, bringing her such a combination of earth shattering ecstasy and intense frustration.

  "Ready for me?" Andreas asked as if sensing her need.

  "Yes!" she practically shouted.

  Andreas laughed as he stood up to his full height, his arms circling around her waist and pulling her against him. He bent his head down and took possession of her mouth in a mind numbing kiss. Laila could still taste her essence on his tongue and she sucked hard on it. He pulled back, his breathing ragged as he looked into her eyes.

  "You are intoxicating," he said sliding his fingers underneath her and lifting her up against him.

  Laila wrapped her legs around his waist and threw her head back as Andreas took possession of her neck, nibbling on the sensitive flesh just beneath her jaw line. He carried her back towards her bed and laid her down in the middle, never breaking his hold of her. Laila almost burst with the anticipation and writhed beneath him, arching herself against him. He growled against her ear, stilling her thrusts with a hand on her hip.

  "If you keep doing that, this is going to be over far too soon," he grunted.

  "Andreas," she said, her eyes half wild with lust. "I need you to fuck me."

  He laughed a deep throaty laugh at her bluntness.

  "You do have a way with words," he teased. "But you have to be patient. I'm not done with you yet."

  Laila let out a loud grown, borne half of frustration and half from pure unadulterated pleasure. She was sure she was going to go crazy when she finally came. All this teasing, sexy build up was leading to something big, she could feel it. She finally stopped trying to fight it and lay back and let the sensations overwhelm her.

  Laila felt Andreas' lips circle her puckered nipple as his tasted her. His tongue was rough and unrelenting, laving at her hardened nipples. His arm was kneading her other breast while his free hand was slowly stroking Laila between her legs. All her senses became overloaded. By the time he settled himself between her thighs and lifted her knees, her brain had stopped functioning. She couldn't think or see straight. She was a puddle of nerve endings, blind and deaf to everything but the feel of his touch.

  Andreas entered her in one long smooth stroke, burying himself to the hilt. Laila sucked in a sharp breath as she felt him filling her. Laila let out a sound she had never heard leave her mouth before. It came from deep within her, something so primal and guttural.

  Andreas lay still letting her settle around his girth. His cock rested in the heat of her embrace.

  "Mmm you're so tight," he moaned before taking possession of her mouth again.

  His kiss was fierce and demanding. He began to move inside her, pulling out before sliding himself back in. His tongue thrust into her mouth in rhythm to his hips. Laila arched up to meet his thrusts which were growing more frantic and demanding. Andreas rode her hard, pumping in and out of her, not slowing down to give her a chance to catch her breath. He plunged deep into her core, drawing out a loud moan before pulling out and thrusting in again. His pace was fast and unrelenting.

  Laila knew she was on the precipice, about to fall or be pushed over the edge. When her release finally came, it shook her to the very core. The tension in her body shattered with one loud primal scream, and she clenched her muscles tight around him. She was lost to everything but the feel of Andreas on top of her and in her, taking his pleasure from her body while bringing her to the heights of ecstasy .

  Andreas withdrew from her and Laila felt a momentary pang or loss before he pulled her up so that she was straddling him. Laila lowered herself on his stiff shaft, relishing the feel of him inside her again. She began to move up and down his length, drawing out deep grunts from Andreas that spurred her on even more. She loved the feel of her breasts pressed against his sweat soaked chest as she glided up and down on his manhood.

  He began to arch his hips up meeting her downward thrusts and Laila knew by his ragged breathing that he was close. Andreas pulled himself out completely before slamming into her one final time as his release tore through him. Laila could feel him pulse inside her as his body shuddered from his release.

  "Oh my God Laila," he panted. "I'm...."

  Andreas never finished his sentence. Laila knew what he felt, though. She had felt it too. It wasn't just simply amazing mind blowing sex they just had. It was something deeper. Something primal and possessive, as if they had given themselves to each other. She knew she'd never get enough of him. No other words needed to be said.

  Andreas lay back on the bed and pulled Laila next to him. Their heavy breathing was the only sound in the room, as they lay entwined in each other's arms. Laila lay her hands gently over his chest and felt his heart beating under her fingers. A strong steady rhythm, just like him. />
  "What are you thinking?" Andreas asked her a moment later.

  "I'm not thinking about anything at all," Laila said. "I think I'm still recovering from what just happened."

  Andreas chuckled into her hair, the deep bass sound rumbling in his chest. "I hope you're not too incapacitated," he said. "I was hoping to do it all again."

  At his words, Laila felt a sudden burst of desire as she ran her fingers down his chest, tracing the hard lines of his muscles. "You are insatiable," she teased.

  "Guilty as charged," he admitted, lifting her chin so he could press a soft kiss on her lips. Laila ran her hands through his hair and pulled him close to deepen the kiss. He groaned in her mouth, rolling her onto her back as he stroked her thigh. Andreas broke apart the kiss, his breathing ragged as he rested his forehead against hers.

  "I don't think I'll ever get enough of you," he panted.

  Laila smiled at his confession. She had the same thought just moments before and it felt satisfying that he felt the same way. They had opened up a new door to their relationship and nothing would ever be the same. She was tempted to get up off the bed and sing and dance and shout to the world how happy she was--how happy Andreas made her, but at the moment, she couldn't be bothered. She was lying in bed with a sexy naked sex god and nothing was going to make her leave, short of a fire...maybe.

  Then she remembered where she was and a stab of disappointment shot through her.

  "Oh damn," she muttered under her breath.

  "What's wrong?" Andreas asked.

  "It's nothing," she said, noticing the concerned frown marring his handsome face. "I was just trying to figure out a way to sneak out of the hotel without being caught."

  "Why would you be sneaking out?" he asked. "You are not going anywhere tonight." He said it in such a matter-of-fact tone that Laila had to smile at his determination.

  "Well I'll have to go home sometime," she replied.

  "Not if I have any say in it," Andreas mumbled.

  "Is that so?" Laila asked.

  "Let's worry about you leaving later. I don't even want to think about that right now."

  "You're right," Laila agreed. "I'll be a lot more relieved once you can move into your apartment. Then I could come over and visit you without having to worry about who'll see us together."

  Andreas' eyes brightened as the thought just dawned on him. "And you could stay over every night too," he added.

  Laila laughed at his eagerness and kissed him on the lips. "Yes, that too."

  CHAPTER 15

  Andreas walked into work feeling like he was on cloud nine. He had an extra pep in his step as he reached the elevator and punched in the top floor to his office. Since that night at his hotel room, he and Laila had spent every night together. Sometimes she snuck up to his room, and other times they'd head over to her apartment.

  He had just left her that morning, drowsy and spent after making love the whole night and that morning. He remembered the way she clung to him and called out his name as he buried himself inside of her. Just thinking about the way she looked, her hair wild and fanned out on the pillow beneath her, her eyes hooded with desire, and her lips swollen from being thoroughly kissed, got him hard again. He had to shift his position as his pants became uncomfortably tight.

  He couldn't wait until he could finally move out of the hotel and into his own apartment. The sellers had accepted his bid and he had closed on the place soon after. Now it was only a matter of waiting for his interior designer to finish furnishing the place. He had paid her triple her rate to have it done in record time. She had told him it would be done by the end of the week, and Andreas was counting down the days. Andreas was finally growing tired of living at the hotel and sneaking around with Laila.

  Once he moved out of the hotel, all bets were off. He wanted to be out and open with her about their relationship. He wanted to introduce her to his family. He'd been meaning to do it for a while now, but he always held back. It was especially tough for him because he wasn't just Andreas De Berg. He was His Royal Highness Prince Andreas Stefan Luca Carstens De Berg, second in line to the throne of Castonia.

  There would be some complications, and Andreas was afraid. There were things about his past that he hadn't told her yet and he didn't know how she'd react. What if she couldn't accept him and his title? What if she walked away, disgusted by the man he'd once been? The possibility scared Andreas and made him hold his tongue when he'd wanted to confess all to her. He didn't know what he'd do if she decided it was too much to be with him.

  He tried to clear his head of the dreary thoughts. Laila was different and if she felt for him half of what he felt for her, then she would understand and give him a chance, he convinced himself. Yes, he thought, she wouldn't judge him for things he couldn't control or for his past. She'd said as much before. So it was in a considerably brighter mood that his uncle found him in ten minutes later.

  "There you are, Andreas," he said glancing at his watch. "You're ten minutes late."

  "Late for what?" Andreas asked, cocking his head at his uncle.

  "Late for work," he answered.

  Andreas smiled at the old man. His uncle had always been a stickler for punctuality and adhered to his schedule with military precision.

  "Have you been keeping tabs on me?"

  "Don't give me any lip, boy. I've been looking for you since 8 am. You weren't in your office then. We start work here at 8 am sharp. No exceptions," he said.

  "I'll remember that for next time," Andreas replied. "Was there something else you wanted to speak to me about, Uncle? Besides my tardiness, that is."

  "As a matter of fact, I was here to discuss your performance with you," he began.

  "Uh oh, should I be afraid?"

  "I really wish you wouldn't make everything out to be a big joke," his uncle said. "It would make talking with you a lot easier."

  "I'm sorry, Uncle. Forgive me, I didn't mean to make light of the situation. Please say what you were going to say. You have my full attention," Andreas relented.

  "Yes, well, as I was going to say. Your performance these past couple of months have exceeded my expectations. I must say you are doing a fine job and I have every confidence in your ability to not only get by, but to thrive in your new role. I've spoken with some of the other board members and they agree. I want you to take over the Landau and Dubai accounts."

  Andreas' eyes widened as the import of his uncle's words finally sunk in.

  "You want me to take over the Landau and Dubai accounts?" he asked, thickly. "Those are the two biggest accounts we have. You've been working on them for years."

  "Yes, and now I think it's time for you to take over," his uncle said. "You're handling your new responsibilities well and are adept at dealing with challenges that come your way. I've watched you and what I see impresses me, despite your penchant for showing up late. I have no doubt you'll be able to handle these accounts. Despite what some other people have thought, you're not just here to be a figurehead or an empty suit*."

  "Let me guess, Henriks?" Andreas asked.

  His uncle released a heavy sigh and stroked the silver hair covering his chin before replying. "Henriks is going to be a problem. He's trying to stir some trouble. I don't know exactly what he's got planned, but he's gunning for you," his uncle said. "The board is less convinced now that they've seen you in action, but watch out for him. He's too clever by half."

  "I will. If I had my way, I'd kick him off the board," Andreas mused.

  "Don't think I haven't tried," his uncle replied. "It's a tricky situation. You're just going to have to work with him and watch your back."

  Andreas looked at his uncle surprised. He'd never thought his uncle would actually try to get Henriks kicked off the board. Perhaps this whole feud ran deeper than he thought. If Henriks had been so disruptive for so long, he had no business being on the board. There must be some way to get rid of him.

  "Believe me, I've tried to think of an option too,"
his uncle said, as if reading Andreas' thoughts. "He's got too many friends and allies to be taken out so easily."

  "And yet, it's not impossible," Andreas mused.

  "Don't say I didn't warn you. And if you do try something, just make sure Henriks is none the wiser. If he suspects anything, there's no telling what he's capable of," his uncle warned.

  "I'll keep that in mind."

  "Oh and by the way, I've spoken to your mother and let her know of the situation. She seemed quite pleased," he added. "She said she was proud of the progress you've made."

  Andreas' mouth gaped open at his uncle's remark. His mother proud of him? Impossible!

  "Are we talking about the same woman?" Andreas asked.

  "I think I would know what my own sister said," his uncle laughed. "But yes, I was surprised to hear even that bit of praise. She's never been what you would call an...affectionate woman."

  "You could say that," Andreas muttered.

  "In any case, she's still your mother and maybe she's had an epiphany in her old age."

  "Hmm...perhaps," Andreas said distractedly.

  "Well I'd better get going," his uncle said, standing up and heading towards the door.

  "Wait a moment, please," Andreas said, calling him back..

  His uncle turned and looked at him questioningly. "What is it?"

  "I have to talk to you about something," Andreas said. "It's...it's of a personal nature."

  His uncle narrowed his eyes at him before making his way back to the chair he just vacated. He lowered his portly frame in the stiff leather chair and waited for Andreas to speak.

  "I've met someone," Andreas began. "And it's serious."

  Andreas grimaced at the skeptical look that crossed his uncle's face. He knew exactly what his uncle was thinking about at that moment, or rather who he was thinking about. The last time he'd said he was serious about someone was Caroline, and that hadn't turned out well at all. He knew only too well what his uncle thought about his relationship choices. To his credit though, his uncle didn't say anything and let him continue.