“I like you this way,” he said, reverting to English, for she had yet to master his complex mother language, and he wanted her to fully comprehend what he was saying. “It is how you looked the first day I met you in London. You were sketching in your bare feet then as well.”
A soft look entered her eyes, curled the corners of her pretty pink lips. “How could I forget? You told me you were called Beast, but you were truly a prince destined to become king.”
How different life had been then. He had lived his solitary existence, a nameless man without a past, for so long, that he had forgotten what it felt like to belong somewhere, to someone.
Best of all, to her.
“I could only truly be king when I had my queen at my side,” he said, pulling her nearer, the slight swell of her belly brushing against him—the evidence of the child she had sworn she would never be able to give him, growing in her womb. “You made me the man I am.”
And she had.
She had loved him when he had been nothing and no one. She had loved him despite his scars. Had taken great risks to be with him. When the time had come for him to serve Boritania, she had accepted it, and her loyalty to him had never faltered. She had uprooted her life in London, left the only home she had ever known, and had begun a new chapter here in Boritania as his queen. She was learning the customs, the language, the tradition. And Theo could not be more humbled or grateful.
He may have been born a prince and crowned a king, but no title or honor in the land could compare to having this woman’s love.
Her sultry scent enveloped him in a cloud of jasmine and hyacinth now. He couldn’t resist lowering his mouth to hers for a kiss that quickly deepened, their tongues tangling. She tasted sweet, so sweet, like tea and honey with a hint of the Boritanian spices she’d grown to enjoy.
Her hand slipped between their bodies to cup the fall of his trousers. His cock leapt to attention for her seeking fingers, and she gave him a wicked stroke that had him groaning into her mouth and thinking about all the other things he loved about his queen.
Things that involved tongues and wet heat and curves and silken skin.
He raised his head and lost himself in her midnight-sea eyes. “Perhaps I should let you get back to your sketching. I had no intention of intruding.”
Her kiss-swollen lips parted. “Theodoric Augustus St. George, don’t you dare leave these apartments. My drawing can wait. It is a portrait of Virtue that I’m sending to her and Ridgely as a gift to commemorate her birthday, but I’ve plenty of time to complete it.”
“It wouldn’t be any trouble for me to return later,” he teased, unable to keep the grin from his lips.
She caught his cravat and gave it a playful tug. “I love it when you do that.”
He raised a brow, staring down into her lovely face, astounded anew that he had somehow found his way back to Boritania with her at his side. It was a miracle he would never cease to be thankful for.
“When I do what, my love?” he asked.
Pamela cupped his cheek, looking up at him with so much love that his throat threatened to close.
“When you smile.”
“You are the reason,” he told her earnestly. “Only, always, forever you, my love.”
And then, Theo took his queen in his arms and carried her to her bed and showed her just how appreciative he was of her, thoroughly and in every way.
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Thankyou for reading Pamela and Theo’s happily ever after! I hope you loved their story as much as I do. The kingdoms of Boritania and Varros are the products of my imagination, but as always, I strove for historically accurate details in every other aspect of the book. If you’re wondering what has been happening between Princess Anastasia and Archer Tierney, do read on for an excerpt ofHer Wicked Rogue.
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Her Wicked Rogue
Rogue’s Guild
Book Three
Archer Tierney has devotedhis life to becoming one of the most powerful men in London. He’s cutthroat and merciless to anyone who crosses him and ruthless in his determination to always maintain the upper hand over friends and foes alike. There’s no situation he can’t control, no battle he can’t win. Until one fierce woman enters his carefully guarded world, leaving danger and desire in her wake, and bringing Archer to his knees.
Princess Anastasia St. George has lived beneath the tyrannical influence of her villainous uncle for ten long years. Her quest to find her exiled brother, the rightful heir to the throne, leads her directly to Archer Tierney. He’s cold, he’s calculated, he’s handsome as the devil. And there’s something about him she just can’t resist.
