“Touch yourself,” he commended. “I want to watch.”
Shay was surprised, intrigued, and excited by this new side of her prince. She didn't know he had it in him. She reached down to her already soaked heat and slowly circled herclit around and around while Jacob pushed further inside her mouth with each steady, smooth stroke.
As she fingered herself, Jacob started thrusting further and harder. The feeling of his cock hitting the back of her open throat sent waves of pleasure down her body. She rubbed her clit faster, spread her legs wider. She could feel it coming. She kept going, it felt so good. The thought of how good she knew her mouth was making Jacob feel built her even closer to orgasm.
“Oh my god you’re so sexy,” spilled out of Jacob’s mouth and those words sent Shay over the edge. She slammed her legs together and pulled off of Jacob’s cock as she came, enjoying wave after wave of pleasure.
“Oh what about the chaise? We’re making a mess,” she said sheepishly after she regained clarity.
“Don’t you worry about that. I’m not through with you yet,” he replied as he sat and pulled her on top of him.
She had to ease her way down onto him slowly due to her clenched insides from the orgasm. Shay started slow, Jacob helping her movement with two strong fistfuls of her ass in his hands. He increased the tempo, his movements becoming more insistent, more demanding. She cried out, her body arching against his. He drove deeper, filling her completely, stretching her to her limits.
She tangled her fingers in his hair again. “Oh, Jacob…”
He ignored her, his focus solely on her pleasure. He kissed her mouth, ravaged her tongue with his tongue, and then continued to thrust with a relentless energy.
She began to reach for him, to pull him closer, and tried to shift the motion and the tempo.
“Oh no you don't,” he growled, expertly flipping her and pinning her beneath him, his weight anchoring her. “My job is to makeyoucum, to make you forget everything but this moment. You shouldn’t always have to work for it so much.”
His words were both a reprimand and a promise. He continued to pump into her as her own pace began to accelerate, one hand gripping her hip, guiding her movements. She twisted beneath him, gasping for air, her body clenched tight around him.
“I love you,” he whispered against her ear, his voice thick with desire. He looked her right in the eyes as he continued pumping.
The words resonated through her, a shockwave of emotion. She hadn’t heard those words in a long time, but had dreamt of them frequently—but never like this. Never with such raw honesty, such consuming passion.
“I…I love you too,” she breathed, the words tumbling from her lips with a newfound conviction.
Jacob leaned down to kiss her breasts passionately, not slowing the thrusts. The admission unleashed something within Shay’s body. A searing heat blossomed in her core, building with each thrust. She cried out, her body arching against his in a desperate attempt to reach the precipice.
He matched her rhythm, intensifying his movements, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. He caught her gaze and stared lovingly into her eyes. “I want you to come for me,” he whispered.
Her muscles contracted, squeezing around him, and then—A wave of pure sensation washed over her, obliterating everything else. Her body convulsed, her breath came in ragged gasps. She clung to him, her nails digging into his back.
He groaned, his own release building, mirroring hers. And then, he too succumbed, his body shuddering with pleasure. They clung to each other, their breaths mingling, their bodies locked in a tight embrace.
They finished together, staring into each other's eyes, overwhelmed by the force of their shared passion.
Morninglightbledthroughthe velvet drapes, soft and gold, settling over the crumpled silk of the chaise and the scatter of clothes like relics of a private war. Shay stirred, bare shoulders brushing against Jacob’s chest. He was already awake, watching her.
She turned into him, fingers tracing the stubble along his jaw. No words. None needed. Last night had spoken in gasps, in moans, in the raw truth of skin and surrender.
Outside, the kingdom stirred—duties called, councils convened, the world moving as it always did. But here, in the hush of the forgotten drawing room, time had cracked open.
She sat up slowly, the thin sheet pooling in her lap. He didn’t reach for his clothes either. Just studied her, eyes warm, unreadable in the best way.
“You’re quiet,” she said.
“You were dreaming,” he replied. “Even before you woke. I could see it behind your eyelids.”
She frowned. “What was I dreaming?”
“Freedom,” he said simply. “And this.”
She looked down at her hand, still resting on the sheet. Her ring—the betrothal band forged from ancestral silver—glinted in the light. Not a cage. A choice. Hers.
He shifted, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “Today, they’ll expect the princess. Tomorrow, the queen.”
