But for now, I lived in my fantasy as dangerous as it may be.
Each time we fucked, I discovered new aspects of her pleasure. She came hardest when I was behind her, with my fingers on her clit and my cock deep inside her pussy. When she came that way, I’d slip the fingers of my other hand into her mouth and she’d bite down hard as she growled out her orgasm. I fucking loved to see my princess unleashed.
In taking care of her and looking after her, I found new purpose and peace. I bathed her in clear streams and warm springs. I made her safe and looked after her. I spoiled her fucking rotten with my attention.
At long last, I knew where I belonged. In those beautiful, borrowed days, I let her see more of me than I had ever shown anyone, perhaps even myself.
On our last night, I made our camp on the far side of a meadow, next to a crystal-clear pond. If I could have drawn out the next day’s ride into another week or a month, I would have. But I knew that would be impossible.
So instead, I took special care to make that final night together one that we would both remember, as if every fucking second with her wasn’t memorable enough already. Though I didn’t know what was to come the next day, I did know that things were about to change for both of us, forever. For that night, I wanted to pretend as much as we possibly could that nothing would ever change.
We made a simple dinner of fish that I caught from the pond, along with roasted potatoes that we had bought at a roadside stand we passed earlier in the day. Sara picked blackberries from wild bushes nearby, and we sat tangled up together after dinner, feeding them to each other, one after another.
I laid her down on her back and unfastened the buttons of her low-cut blouse, pulling my own shirt off and tossing it aside. She loosened my pants then, and I pulled them down off my ass before hiking her skirt up to reveal her magnificent pussy. The light was low but I could see a row of bite marks along her thigh, and I soared with the knowledge that they were mine, that I had given them to her the night before and they would remain for days.
Damn, how I loved the way my teeth marks looked on her flesh. “I marked you,” I said, tracing the scalloped edge of the marks on her creamy thigh.
She leaned up to get a better look. She looked so fucking beautiful—her innocent face and those womanly curves. “I love having your marks on me. I wish you could mark me all over.”
I took one of her hands in mine and held it back against the blanket, next to her face. Then with my other hand, I slid down through her wet pussy and gently rubbed the flesh just in front of her puckered ass entrance, listening to her purr as I teased her sensitive flesh.
I pressed forward, penetrating her with my finger first. We’d fucked so much that her pussy lips were swollen, even now. Made me so fucking proud to know that I’d done that to her. And that I was about to make them swell even more.
She gripped one of my thighs as I fingered her, always keeping my thumb on her clit. I leaned down and sucked hard on the side of her neck, where she was most sensitive, giving her plenty of tongue. It never mattered if we’d had a long, hot day of riding or if she were freshly bathed—she always tasted so fucking sweet. Always.
Once her pussy was warm, soaked, and ready, I drew her knees up and pushed them slightly to one side in order to give me maximum access to the deepest parts of her body. With her knees bent against my chest, I slid my cock inside her, right where I belonged.
“You always feel so fucking good,” I growled as I entered her. “So tight, so wet, so fucking perfect.”
She laughed a little and nibbled my ear. She still had blackberry juice on her lips. Double-sweet. “You feel perfect too,” she said, her breath catching a little as I hit her cervix.
I fucked her as slowly as I could, savoring every withdrawal and entry as if it would be the last, knowing that very well it might. I let her legs come down on either side of me, grabbing her ass, one cheek in each hand, and tucked my head beside her. I felt her pussy tighten as she began to hold her breath. She was getting close.
“Breathe,” I whispered. “Relax. Let it come.”
She embraced me tighter and I could tell she was about to cry. I knew why; of course I did. But fuck me. If she started to cry, I’d start to cry. And I couldn’t let her see me break.
“Everything is fine,” I told her. “I’ve got you. I will always have you.”
She let go then, surrendering completely. Her orgasm started deep inside and I felt her clench my cock with long, intense, rippling waves of pleasure.
As she came, I came with her, thrusting my hips one final time so that I ejaculated deep inside her, right at the opening of her womb. Filling her with my baby was my obsession and my only aim. My baby inside her was the only way I could see for me to bind myself to her, for good. But I also knew if I got her pregnant, it might be the death of me.
The risk was worth it. No fucking doubt about that.
The moment we had so long dreaded was on us. In a slow descent, the castle drawbridge lowered and the iron portcullis went up. On the battlements of each tower, the King’s archers were ready with arrows drawn.
“Who goes there?” One of the guards called out.
I took a deep breath and steeled myself. “Bors, of clan Mackay. I have a visitor for King Rowan.”
Reaching out for Sara’s hand, I clasped it hard in mine. She turned to me. “I don’t want to let go,” she said. Her eyes were damp with tears and her grip tightened with all her strength. “I’m afraid I’ll never see you again.”
I didn’t want to let go either—not now, not ever. I fought every impulse I had to scoop her up in my arms and make a run for it. I imagined us across the sea, somewhere warm and remote, somewhere that we could make a life just for the two of us—fuck the kingdom, fuck the king. But now that word had spread that she was alive, I knew it was a fool’s game to keep her hidden. We would never be able to stop running if we started now. “Remember what I said, about a life on the run.”
“I know,” she said, sounding unconvinced. “But I would run with you. Anywhere, everywhere. Until my dying day.”
Fuck, my aching heart. But running would be a hard and exhausting life, and one day we would be found out. I loved her too much to let that be her fate.
The drawbridge thumped down, and three guards in leather and mail came out to meet us. They were old and weathered—old enough to have known the first queen, old enough to be able to spot any family resemblance. As soon as Sara pulled off her shawl and they saw her face, the oldest of the three said, “Take her.”
Though I had tried to mentally ready myself for this moment, I was totally unprepared for the fucking horror of feeling her hand grip mine until they yanked her away from me. I flung myself off my horse to go to her as she shrieked my name.
“Get your fucking hands off of her,” I snarled.
All three of them, though, were battle-ready and used to working as a group. Two of them seized her and dropped back, while the third moved forward, with his long sword at the ready, creating more and more distance between me and Sara. My horses felt my fury and started to whinny and rear.
“Step back! In the name of King Rowan, step back!” Said the long swordsman, driving me backwards until he was on the drawbridge, but I was not. I caught a glimpse of Sara’s face over one of his armored shoulders. I’d never seen her look so scared or so uncertain.