“Please,” she said, barely able to string words together to make her request. “You have too many clothes on.”
“You’re right.” Swiftly he stood up and undid his shirt, throwing it on the chair. He toed off his shoes and socks and undid his belt. He slid his pants off while she watched with greedy eyes, pleased to discover he’d gone commando. His cock sprang free of the trousers, jutting thick and long and Treylon gave it a stroke root to base. “See the effect you have on me?”
Rosalie reached for him, pulling him onto the bed with her. The feel of his warm skin under her fingertips as she glided her hand over his ribs and then his taut abdominal muscles was like stroking a powerful beast. She allowed her hand to trace the vee leading below his waist and grasped the straining arousal as best as she could. His girth was too much to close her fingers completely around. “I need you inside me.”
He came over her, the weeping head of his shaft nudging her folds. “I’m clean,” he said, before he kissed her pulse point and began teasing her nipple with his thumb in little circles that had her straining for more.. “We get regular physicals in the Ardannan miliary and I had one right before this trip.”
“I went to the free clinic once I got accepted for this event,” she said. “Clean bill of health and I’ve had the contraceptive shot. I’m protected.” Blushing, she added, “I haven’t been with anyone since breaking up with my high school boyfriend. I’m not experienced at this.”
“We’re not experienced with each other,” Treylon said softly. “I like the fact this is our first time.” He kissed her and then slowly worked his way inside her tight channel. His shaft was velvet over steel and stretched her, stimulating all her erotic nerve endings. Sparkles of sensation shot through her body.
Rosalie tried to relax and to adjust herself to his size and girth. Sensing her anxiety, Treylon held still.
“I’d never hurt you, sweetheart,” he said.
“I know,” she replied, stroking her hand over his back. “I just—I’m not—” Words failed her.
“You want this, right?” he asked again. “We can stop if you?—”
Rosalie clutched him tighter. “No, don’t stop, please. I want this more than anything.”
He began moving again, sinking slowly into her. Rosalie felt safe and protected by his weight on top of her and his strong arms holding her tight. As she grew more accustomed to the way he filled her she relaxed and Treylon continued his deliberate journey. He used two fingers to stroke her clit while his arousal lit all if her nerve endings on fire and he murmured sweet compliments in her ear. When he bottomed out, Rosalie breathed a deep sigh of pleasure and clenched herself around him.
Treylon hissed. “So tight, I’m not going to last long at this rate.” He moved his hips, pulling out a bit and thrusting forward with power.
She moved to match him and gradually they found a rhythm which worked for them both. He was giving her what she needed and Rosalie made greedy little sounds begging for more. Harder, deeper. Their bodies grew heated and slick and when she came, she screamed his name, holding on for dear life and struggling to capture the sensations down to the last tingle. Treylon swore, his body tight and followed her off the edge a moment later, stiffening and groaning through his release.
Then they clung to each other and she felt Treylon smile as he kissed her neck. “I promise to take it more slowly next time,” he said. “You broke my self-control, sweetheart, with the tight grip you had on me.”
“I had no self-control,” she said with a chuckle. “And nothing ever felt so good either.”
“Give me a few minutes and we’ll expand on that thought for round two.” He rolled onto his side and brought her with him, to pillow her head on his shoulder.
Rosalie loved knowing he was anticipating a night of making love to her and the fact he was willing to cuddle was a huge bonus. Her old boyfriend, which was her only point of comparison outside of the romance novels she devoured, had been a one and done man, not taking much time to get himself off and not worrying about her. If it hadn’t been for her trusty vibrator, she wouldn’t even know what an orgasm felt like. Nothing compared to the way the prince had made her feel though. Getting over him once she was back on Earth was going to be impossible. She blinked away a tear with a fierce admonition to herself not to ruin the present joy with future worries.
Treylon gave her a hug but paused in the middle and touched her chest with his fingertip. “What’s this?”
Glancing down Rosalie said, “I don’t know. It’s a bruise maybe? From all the medical stuff the clinic staff did after I was stung, I’m guessing. I noticed it yesterday. It doesn’t hurt,” she hastened to assure him.
He stared at the mark for what seemed to her like a long time before allowing his finger to move on and tease her nipple. Shortly thereafter they fell into serious foreplay by mutual consent, which quickly became their second intense session of lovemaking and she gave no more thought to the tiny mark.
* * *
Treylon knew what the mark was. Not a bruise or a birthmark. It was the sign Rosalie was—or could be—his fated mate. Such things were rare on Ardanna but not unheard of. It was perfectly possible for a couple to have a loving and long relationship and even marriage without any indication of being fated mates. His parents were a perfect example. But for those whom all the markers and attributes lined up perfectly with the help of the gods, finding a fated mate was an incredible gift.
As he continued through the night making love to his beautiful companion, he managed to push aside all concerns about the mark but in the morning, after a long session of sex in the shower, followed by breakfast, he couldn’t escape the truth any longer. While Rosalie was primping and getting herself ready for the day ahead, he sat in the living room and pondered. He was falling head over heels in love with her and guessed from things she said and endearments she uttered in the throes of passion she felt the same.
With a curse he rose and went outside on the balcony, gripping the railing so tightly his knuckles whitened. But he wasn’t just any Ardannan. He was the crown prince and had a duty to his people. Could he marry for love? And would it be fair to Rosalie to bring her into the royal family, to expose her to so much attention, some of which would be bound to be negative. He’d protect and defend her of course but was she strong enough to handle it? Never mind what his family would say about him marrying a high school dropout waitress/daycare worker from Old Earth. Officially the Ardannan policy was to intermarry with humans but he was sure his parents meant for him to bring home a woman more like the lawyer or the doctor in his friends’ circle of matches. Rosalie had a wealth of common sense and street smarts, as well as obviously being highly intelligent. She’d bring her own set of attributes to the job of being his wife.
Trey out of all his people had actually chosen his own match for the week. IDA had done their due diligence and run their algorithm of course and Delain had presented him with five candidates. Trey remembered with amusement he’d barely looked at the other four, flicking their holos out of existence on the desk. “Her. I’ll take this one.” Afterwards he couldn’t have explained exactly why Rosalie had stood out to him so markedly but she did. He hadn’t even scanned her file until later.
Oh you are so screwed.
Because he was in love with her and couldn’t imagine letting her go.
But that was the man talking and part of him had to be the future ruler and not rush into a decision. Right now he hated the necessity to pause and be deliberate but billions of Ardannans were going to depend on him and his choices, including the selection of a queen. Rosalie had no idea what life was like on Ardanna, no knowledge of their culture or traditions, not even their language, although a translator implant would fix the one issue.
Could he live without her? Could he give up the gift the gods had sent him?
