His mate rotated her hips in different ways, and he dropped his head back with a tortured groan. “This might kill me.” The look on Violet’s face made his balls tighten, and he shot his hand out to grab her hip. “You’re fucking beautiful.”
Violet’s moans as she worked her hips faster were his undoing, and he sat forward, running his hands up her sides to her tits. He plucked at both of her nipples and watched with astonishment as her mouth opened with short bursts of breath.
“Roman,” she sobbed as her pussy spasmed around him, and by some miracle, she came before he did. Only seconds before, but it was progress.
Her legs drew up and her body twitched while her pussy clamped around his cock, triggering his own release. Wet, sticky residue trickled over his groin and thighs, and he looked down where they joined.
“What a mess,” Violet mumbled.
A mess indeed. He reached down and scooped their mixed cum on his fingers and held it in front of her mouth. “You need to clean it up.”
She snorted. “I’m not licking that.”
He turned his ear toward her. “What was that?”
Violet opened her mouth to reply, but before any words came out, Roman slipped his fingers past her lips and smeared them against her tongue. “I said, you need to clean it up.” The blue in her eyes disappeared as her pupils expanded, and she closed her lips around his fingers. “Good girl.”
Again, he swiped their releases up and fed them to her until only a faint residue remained. “I can’t wait to have you on your knees,” he murmured, smirking at the fresh slick coating his cock. “For now, I want to bathe you and put you to bed. It’s been a long day.”
He stood, still inside his future wife, and carried her to their room.
32
Once she’d slipped on her night dress and slippers, Violet looked around the large bedroom. A four-poster canopy bed with gold drapes, blankets, and bed skirt was against the back wall. It stood tall off the ground, and on each side were two little steps to help her climb up.
The rest of the room sported white walls with gold detailing and different paintings in golden frames. Instead of a set of rooms like in the palace, this was one space with a large sitting area in one corner, built-in armoires lining one wall with a dressing table and floor to ceiling mirror, and a glass door leading to the bathroom.
“Everything is so open,” she commented as she inspected her new home and trailed back into the bathroom for a better look. “Anyone could watch me bathe.”
Roman followed her into the oversized bathroom. A shower encased in glass stood next to a large marble bathing tub.Are those gold handles?A wash basin with a mirror and shelf for toiletries sat on the opposite wall next to the solid door of the water closet.
“That’s the idea,” he drawled. “I never want to take my eyes off of you.” He put a hand on the small of her back and led her through their bedroom to the door. “As far as everyone else, no one has a key to our room except for us. There is no around-the-clock staff, and during the work hours when the staff is here, only one maid is approved to clean our room at a specific time each day.”
Roman pulled out two keys and handed one to Violet. “If you do not want her to clean that day, lock the door.” Coming to a stop in front of another white painted door, he slid the key in the lock and turned the knob. “No one will bear witness to your naked body but me.”
The prince ushered her inside the room and every thought abandoned her. Five dressmaking mannequins lined a wall directly across from the window. During the day, the lighting would be exquisite.
A white wooden desk with gold hardware adorned the connecting wall, complete with a plush, velvet desk chair. Violet sat on the tall settee beside the desk and melted into the plush cushion. It was the softest piece of furniture she’d ever encountered.
On the opposite wall, a brand new sewing machine was nestled next to a large cabinet filled with bolts of fabric and organizational boxes containing various items, like beads, shells, and sewing supplies.
“Are there any more wonderful things in this place that are going to make me cry, because if so, I’d like to get it all done at once.” She sniffled and threw her arms around Roman’s middle. “I don’t think I will ever be able to say this enough, but thank you. You didn’t have to do any of this, and the fact that you put so much thought into it would make me love it, even if I hated it.”
He stiffened. “Do you hate it?”
Huffing, she stepped back and held her arms wide. “This room is everything I’ve ever dreamed of. Iloveit. I promise.” In a few steps she was at the door, and she looked at him over her shoulder. “Show me your special room.”
He followed her into the hall and shut the door behind them. “What do you mean?”
Pausing, she turned to him fully and searched his handsome face, tanned from the sun and brushed with dark blond stubble. “What in this house is for just you?”
“Ah.” He nodded at the door across the hall from her sewing room. “This is my study.”
“Study?” Trailing after Roman, she stepped into the darkened room and surveyed the space. Where the rest of the house boasted all bright whites, golds, and pops of color, this room was all rich, dark colors with dark mahogany wood furniture.
A large two-sided fireplace stood in the middle of the room, dividing the study in half. One side contained his desk, cabinets, a table holding a detailed replica of Eden, and a few chairs facing his desk.
The other side of the room housed shelves filled with books and strategy games, a table with four chairs, soft reading chairs split by a table, and an overstuffed chaise lounge the size of a small bed.
