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REBECCA
Princess Rebecca Santoro woke to the feeling of lips on her neck, and kisses moving down to her shoulder. A pair of warm, familiar hands slipped around her waist and under her nightgown, one hand shifting up to her breast, the other shifting down, down, down to toy with her below.
She sighed into his touch, and tried very hard not to think about what the day would hold, and all the eyes and press that would be on her.
“You’re thinking too much,” her husband, Prince Alexander, murmured in her ear. “You’re tensing up despite my best efforts.”
She turned so she was facing him and sighed again as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight against his nude body. She’d been in love with this face for years before Alex surprised her and confessed his feelings for her. Then she started to know the man behind the face and the crown and had fallen in love. Now she was a commoner-turned princess-turned future queen and she couldn’t imagine her life without him.
“I’m nervous about today,” she confessed.
“You’ll be brilliant.”
She wove her hands into his inky black hair peppered with the odd gray, and combed down the wayward strands. He nearly always looked amazing, but she loved his morning look the best because she was the only one who’d ever see him like this again.
He shifted them until she was astride him. “Should I try relaxing you some more?”
She smiled. “You’ll probably have to work for it.”
He gave her one of his sinful smirks. “Then I’d better get started, darling, or we’ll both be late to your event.”
“Ugh. It’s going to be a disaster.”
His hands shifted under her nightgown again, sliding it up, up, up and off. “It’s not. You’re extremely prepared for this.”
“What if everyone hates the idea, or gets mad about the secret we kept and hates me?”
“Impossible.”
“It-oh!”
He sat up and hummed as he took one nipple into his mouth and teased it with his teeth, while his fingers teased her below. When she was breathless, he pulled back slightly. “Firstly, I’ll never hate you. Neither will my parents, who adore you. Honestly, I think they might like you better than me.”
She huffed a laugh and gave him ‘are you kidding me?’ look. She’d gotten lucky because her in-laws did love her and treat her like family, but it was nothing like the love parents had for their own kids.
He teased her other nipple and she grinded against him. “Okay, maybe I exaggerated a little, but your idea will work, and it will help people. As for the other…people will understand and be empathetic. People love you, Mrs. Santoro, and that includesthepeople too, our fellow Vallerians.”
Her feet shifted over their ultra soft sheets. “Mmm. They love you, and put up with me because of you.”
“Enough.” He grabbed her ass and pulled her against hishardening cock. “I won’t listen to you say filthy lies about yourself anymore. You’re amazing.” He kissed her long and deep, a claiming, possessive kiss. “You’re beautiful.” Another kiss, and he flipped them so he was on top of her. “You’re intelligent and kind and loving.”
She wrapped her legs around his waist while her hands grabbed onto his ass.
With one sharp thrust, he pushed into her and she moaned.
“Most important of all, you’re the love of my life. So who cares what anyone else fucking thinks?”
“Ooh, I like that answer.”
He thrust in again and snapped out his words. “Only ‘like’?”
God she loved it when he got all growly and possessive. She didn’t have any experience before him, but she couldn’t imagine anything better than what they had together.
She shifted her hands to cup his face, bringing it to hers so their foreheads rested against each other. “Love. I love you, Alex.”
“Becca.” With each thrust, their lips brushed each other. Tasting, teasing, sharing breath and heat and friction. “I love you. I love you so much.”
