“Fair. But can you explain this house?”
He takes my hand. “I have a question first. Will you marry me?”
Why does he have to ask that at the worst possible time? “I’m the one asking the questions here. What’s with this house?”
He looks down. “Perhaps, before I answer it, I just wanted to know if you like me, regardless of who I am, or what I have, or…”
“Why? Are you afraid I’m some kind of jewel chaser? Crown hunter? You think my love is related to your social standing?”
He gives me a broad smile. “You love me?”
“You’re insufferable.”
He gets serious again. “Does it change anything that you know you’re a princess?”
“Yes! I know that the Sea Queen and her crazy son will chase me to the end of my days.”
“I’ll be around to protect you.” He takes my hand. “And love you. If you want me.”
“How many times do I have to tell you that I want you?”
“Infinite times. I look at you and can’t believe my luck. I wonder what I did to deserve you.”
“Being a grumpy prick obviously pays off.”
He caresses the back of my hand. “Intense and enigmatic, not grumpy. Would you want me regardless? Or does it depend on who my family is?”
I’m starting to regret questioning him, doubting him, as I sense a hint of shame in his voice, and I place a hand on his face. “Regardless, Azur. Be careful, will you? I don’t want to lose you again.”
He kisses my neck, then whispers in my ear. “You won’t. I’ll always be yours.”
I lose myself in that kiss, in the feeling of being so close to him, sensing his energy, his love. Our bond pulls us closer and closer, and I find myself lying on the bed, his hands under my dress, removing it, the touch of his skin against mine sopleasant, so soothing. He removes his shirt and kisses me as I feel his weight on me, his chest against my breasts. He trails my body with kisses until he’s kissing me between my legs. My eyes close and my lips part, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through my body, sparks of something magical, profound, intense. My senses get lost in his touch, until I’m overcome with something akin to joy, if it was a physical sensation.
Azur then sits back, and I lean over to unlace his trousers. He removes them slowly, his eyes focused on me. My breath hitches and my core warms when he frees his cock.
“I want it,” I say. “Inside me. Right now.”
He pushes me down on the bed, lies over me and caresses my face. “Aren’t you an impatient little thing?”
“Are you kidding me? After days and days not being able to touch you?”
“I’m touching you now.”
I feel the tip of his member by my entrance, a teasing touch that makes me want more. He kisses my shoulder blades, breasts, and nipples, then caresses my inner thigh. My body trembles, and I let out a moan of pleasure when I feel him entering me.
Slowly, I open up for him, until he’s deep inside me, then thrusting slowly, a hand caressing me down there, waves of pleasure rippling through my body.
His movements pause, and he says, “You didn’t answer my question.”
“You want totalknow?”
“Yes. Will you marry me?”
He moves his body and thrusts in a way that sends a shock of pleasure through me.
“Will you?” he asks again.
“Yes,” I moan. Of course I want to marry him. He’s my soulmate. Still, right now, all I want is to make him stop talking.
