I flinch in surprise, I hadn’t noticed him come up behind me, but I sigh and relax against him.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, closing my eyes briefly. My head is really starting to pound, and I can’t bring myself to say out loud what I did at my own wedding.
“Sorry for what?” he asks, genuinely confused. He nudges me toward the nightstand, reaching past me to grab the pills. But before I can explain what I’m apologizing for, he distracts me with orders, and I forget what I was going to say.
“Open your mouth,” he commands, sliding the pills between my lips.
“Drink.” I roll my eyes at his bossy tone, but do as I’m told.
“Now lie down and ice that eye.”
Shaking my head, I crawl onto the bed. My robe slips, and when I turn toward Nicolas, I catch the darkening of his gaze. There’s hunger there, intense and undeniable, and it makes me swallow hard.
“I think I really do need to take a closer look at that garter, Goldilocks. What do you say?” His voice is thick with desire,sending a delicious shiver down my spine, pushing away all the pain and exhaustion.
I want to live. I want to feel alive.
So I open my legs, slide the soft fabric of my robe aside, and give him a full view of the garter—and of me.
She needs to rest. She needs to cool her eye.
But all I notice is her soft, smooth skin, her toned legs, that damn garter belt—and fuck, she’s not wearing any panties.
SHE’S WEARING FUCKING NOTHING UNDER THAT BATHROBE!
I’m so hard it hurts, and I can’t wait. I can’t help but climb onto the bed with her and let my hands glide up her legs while I stare at her wet center.
“You need to cool your eye,” I tell her like I’m hypnotized, but she just looks at me, and the pure desire in her eyes makes me swallow hard.
“Later. You wanted to take a closer look at the garter.” Her voice is no more than a soft breath, yet it pierces me, sending goosebumps all over my body.
“Hmmm, I did,” I murmur, fascinated, slowly stroking along her calf. I watch as the fine hairs on her skin stand up when I draw a delicate line upward until I finally reach the garter.
“Pretty nice, but I’d rather have what it’s attached to.”
Fuck, I want her.
Now.
Without warning, I grab her ankles and pull her toward me. She gasps, but her eyes glitter with eagerness. The knot of her bathrobe has loosened, letting the delicate fabric fall completely open, giving me a clear view of her beautiful, naked body.
“This will probably be quick. I’ll make it up to you later,” I apologize in advance and slide my sweatpants down. I lean over her and can’t resist running my fingers over her stomach, up to her breasts, circling her nipples and giving them a light pinch. Amelia leans into me and moans softly and shit, I’m going to die if I don’t get to be inside her right now.
“Nicolas… please,” she whines, wrapping her legs around my hips to pull me closer.
“Oh, your wish is my command, Goldilocks.” I brace myself on either side of her head and thrust hard into her. We both moan because she feels amazing wrapped around me.
Fuck.
I’ll never want to look at anyone else the way I look at her. And I certainly won’t want to fuck them. Princess Amelia of Harlington belongs to me. And I belong to her.
I start moving gently, but she shakes her head, lifting her hips even more.
“Not gentle… more… I want more,” she whispers hoarsely, and I give her what she wants. My hand slides under her ass, lifting it to press her even tighter against me.
“Hold on tight, Goldilocks,” I pant, and she does as I say, gripping the wood of the bedframe with her hands. I moan again as I move even deeper inside her. She takes every hard thrust I give, encouraging me by wrapping her legs even tighter around me.
Fuck, I’m in heaven.
