He groans, and his mouth finds mine again, harder this time, more demanding. His hands slide down to my ass, and he lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me toward the bed.
“I’ve been losing my fucking mind over you,” he says against my lips as his cock presses against me. “I need you.”
“Prove it.”
He sets me down on the mattress, and I prop myself up on my elbows while he strips off his shirt. I watch the muscles in his chest and stomach flex as he reaches for his belt. It’s difficult not to admire every last inch of him.
“Undress for me,” he says, watching me with sparkles in his eyes.
“Yes, Your Highness,” I say with a little attitude, which he enjoys, and I peel my shirt over my head. Slowly, I push down my shorts and panties, letting him see me in the glow of the lamp in the small room.
“Wow,” he whispers, his eyes sliding down my body. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
He removes his clothes, and then he’s standing before me, completely bare.
Louis, naked, is like seeing Michelangelo’s statue ofDavid.
“I have no words,” I whisper as he moves to me.
Our mouths slowly dance while he lowers himself on top of me. The head of his cock presses against my entrance, and I arch toward him.
“Mmm,” he says in my ear, sliding up and down my slit. “I want to do this, but I can’t. I don’t have a condom.”
“Please? I’m on birth control.”
“Addison.” His jaw tightens, and then something shifts in his expression.
“Pretty please?” I rock against him so desperately that my body nearly shakes in anticipation. I kiss him, wanting this more than air in my lungs.
Need overtakes us. Care and logic disappear completely.
“Fuck it.”
I cry out as he stretches me wide. My hands fly to his shoulders, and my nails dig into his skin. He’s bigger than anyone I’ve been with, and my body needs a moment to relax around the fullness of him. But it’s so much more than that.
Right now, he’s inside me with nothing between us. The heat of his skin against mine and how our breaths catch together—it’s overwhelming. We’re connected in a way that we can never take back.
“Are you okay?” He stills immediately, brushing kisses along my jaw, his voice gentle, even as his cock throbs inside me. “I’ll go slow.”
I’m much better than okay, and I can barely breathe. “Yes.”
I take a breath, then another, letting my body relax around him.
He waits, patient, pressing soft kisses to my temple, my cheek, the corner of my mouth. He’s watching me with care, like my comfort matters more than his pleasure. The way he gazes at me like I’m precious and worth being careful with nearly undoes me.
“Okay,” I say, my world alreadyspinning.
He pulls back and slides in again, gentle this time, watching my face for any sign of discomfort. The stretch becomes pleasure, and the fullness becomes a need.
“You’re the only woman who’s ever had me bare like this,” he says against my ear, his voice rough. “No one else. I’ve never wanted to …” He pulls back and thrusts in again. “Until you.”
The words sink into my bones because that means something. Louis has never trusted or wanted anyone enough, until me. I’m not just another woman to him. I’m not a conquest or a distraction or a way to pass the time before he marries his princess.
I’m the one he chose to give himself to.
“Louis, I—” My words come out broken, and our movements transform into something more.
I’m so madly, stupidly, completely in love with this man.
