Ravishing Rapunzel (Passion-Filled Fairy Tales, #6)(10)

I was kneeling over her, taking her all in, when she reached her hand up to toward me. I took her gentle fingers into my own and pulled them to my lips for a kiss. Her hands, those were the only signs that she was a washer woman. The pads of her fingers were tough and calloused, while the back of her hand felt dry from all the work. As my lips caressed her weary skin, I loved her all the more. For she worked so hard when someone as exquisite as her would have been happily cared for by a wealthy husband, were her station in life only higher. But rather than curse the world at large, I decided to make love to the woman who had stolen my heart in the first instance we met.

“Edward,” she breathed out as my lips left her fingers. “Tell me this is real.”

“Of course it’s real,” I whispered back, as I leaned over and kissed her lips. “It’s not a dream.”

“Not what’s happening,” she said, her voice so soft I could barely hear. “Your love for me.”

“My love for you is the only thing that makes my life worth living.” And with that, I knew it was time to show her, to take her. I traced my fingers along her breasts, slow and tender, feeling every pebbled inch of goose-fleshed skin. She was my masterpiece to stroke, and I wanted nothing more than to exalt the beauty within.

I kissed her neck, my tongue tracing the folds of her body, down toward the collarbone, and then I let my mouth take over where my fingers had left off, tasting her perfect breasts, suckling her nipples. She moaned beneath me, soft heavy rasps of pleasure as I teased her supple flesh.

I moved on, down her belly, to her opening, gently spreading her legs with my hands, and I plunged my tongue deep within her walls, tasting the sweet juice that was her, wishing I could drink in all of her. She arched as I took my time exploring her, feeling the liquid nectar that was her, increase and flood around me. She was ready. My love was ready for me to enter her.

I lifted my head from between her thighs. “Sweet Evangeline,” I said. “I’m going to ravish you now.”

“Edward,” she said. “I thought that’s what you were doing.”

I shook my head. “Oh, my love, that was but a prelude.”

Her eyes widened and her look was clear--“there’s something more? Something better. I don’t believe it.” I would show her. My rod was hard and thick, already. It took only one look at her to make me get like this, but after our foreplay, I was more eager than I’d ever been.

I pushed myself into her slowly, letting her get used to me. She let out a puff as she took me in, her body tensing around me, her arms grasping at the flesh of my back, pulling me closer to her. “Edward,” her angel voice sang.

I began with a slow, steady rhythm, one that she easily matched, her body shimmying in time with mine. I leaned in, kissing her neck, and she trilled a lovely sound at the motion. I added more vigor, suckling her neck as I thrust deep inside her, and she gripped me tighter, daring me to increase my voraciousness. I couldn’t help but oblige, lifting my head from her neck to watch her, her lips parted, her eyes closed in concentration on the new sensations.

I pushed with new urgency, wanting nothing more than to see each stroke’s pleasure expressed on her mesmeric face. She oohed and ahhed and made such noises of delight that I could hardly contain myself. She arched her back as my pace increased, me feeling completely connected to her, like our two souls were one being, and as I pumped her, fast, hard, hot, and unyielding, she quivered beneath me.

Finally, I felt the well of excitement in me burst and she screeched out my name, her body convulsing beneath mine. As I lay beside her on the soft blanket, I wrapped her in my arms and whispered, “I will love you forever, Evangeline, my angel.”



Rapunzel closed the book, her brow moist and her body reacting in ways she hadn’t expected to the words on the page, to the story of Evangeline and Edward’s love. It had somehow lit a fire inside of her, or perhaps stoked one she hadn’t realized was burning. The love between a man and a woman, love like this, sounded more than a little bit amazing.

She wondered if her aunt was right. Could she one day find a man who loved her like this? The thought of it made her shiver. She stood and walked over to the window. The birds who had brought the book had flown away, and only the empty bread crumb bowl lay on the sill. She looked out at the setting sun, and wondered if someone like Edward was out there for her. Though she’d only ever met one boy. That had been Bradyn. She wondered if he was still out there, if he still remembered her.





Chapter 5 – Responsibility


Bradyn sucked in a breath and kicked the dirt at his feet on the long path that led to the entrance of the castle. He prepared himself to go inside. It was but a few yards away, and he told himself he could do it. But then he blew out and turned around, walking back toward the garden. He couldn’t do it. He wasn’t ready yet.

He was a prince, and a prince could one day be king, and a king could not and should not fail. And going in and accepting his father’s suggestion that he settle down and marry the princess from the neighboring kingdom felt like failing.

“Bradyn!” he heard his older brother call, and turned to see Garrett approaching from the west. His brother was still in his traveling cloak. He must have been out on business for their father.

“Garrett,” Bradyn called to him without a smile. “How goes it, brother?”