He grabs my ass, creating even more friction. “Sexy as hell.”
The crown prince of Montclaire is unraveling before me, and I want to remember every second of it. His rhythm grows erratic and desperate, and I realize I’ve never seen him lose total control. He’s always so careful, so measured, so aware of how he presents himself to the world. But right now, with me, he’s in his rawest form.
Louis starts to pull out, and I lock my ankles behind his back.
His body goes rigid. “Addison?—”
“Don’t.” I dig my heels into his ass, staring at him. “I want all of you.”
“If I—” He shakes his head. “I could give you a baby.” Louis is trembling, suspended right on the edge. “Do you want me to put a baby in you?”
The possessiveness in his voice makes me clench around him.
I cup his face in my hands and force him to look at me. His eyes are wild with need, but underneath, I see fear. Because he truly wants this, me, a future together.
“Yes.”
He groans and buries himself to the hilt. I feel him pulse inside me, hot and wet, filling me. He moans my name and kisses my throat as his body surrenders. I hold him through it, my arms wrapped around him, my fingers digging into his back. Every drop of him spills into me.
“You’re mine, Addison,” he confirms, kissing me again. “I hope you know that.”
“I do,” I whisper, and I’ve never felt more claimed in my life. Morehis.
His breath grows ragged against my neck, and I don’t want him to move. I want to stay like this forever, connected, full of him, with the evidence of what we did warm inside me.
The thought should scare me. It doesn’t. When I close my eyes, I smile and imagine an entire lifetime together with him. It comes in flashes, and it’s a beautiful fucking sight to see.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
And I didn’t realize tears were dripping from my eyes.
“Yeah, a little overwhelmed,” I whisper. “With happiness.”
“I’ve waited my whole life for that,” he says, kissing the streaks away. “Regrets?”
“Hell no,” I say, knowing that we can never walk away from one another. Not when sex feels like that. “I feel like our souls are intertwined now or something.”
He chuckles, still holding himself above me while he’s buried deep inside me. “Yeah, I felt that too. Maybe we broke a true love’s kiss curse or something. I’m sure some old witches cast one on me when I was an infant.”
“You could barely hold back a smile with your ridiculousness,” I say, stealing a kiss, studying his long eyelashes up close. “Thank you for the fairy-tale humor though. It makes me laugh.”
A cute little smirk plays on his lips. “That’s the only reason why I do it.”
Eventually, we break apart and clean up. Louis crawls back into bed with me and pulls me into his arms. I rest my head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat slow down. His warm breath brushes against my shoulder as he tries to take in every little detail of this moment. He smells like sweat and sex and fresh soap.
I squeeze my thighs together and change positions so I can better see him. “Earlier, you said you’d never …”
“I hadn’t,” he finally says. “I’d never been with someone I could imagine forever with. It was important to protect the crown …” His words drift off, and he lifts his head to look at me.
I steal a kiss as he moves a lock of hair from my face. I can see the walls he’s torn down for me. Right now, we’re both experiencing that terrifying, exhilarating free fall of giving yourself to someone completely.
“You’re it for me, Addison. I’ve never wanted anything more. The night we first spoke, my soul found what it had been missing.”
I’ve had men tell me they loved me before. I’ve had proposals, promises, and pretty words designed to get me into bed or down an aisle. None of them ever made me feel like this. Louis and I recognized each other before we even knew what we were looking for.
“I felt that too,” I tell him, and my voice cracks. “I don’t know what’s going to happen or how we’re going to make this work.”
He kisses me, and when we break apart, I taste salt. I’m not sure if it’s from him or me.
