Royally Not Ready(110)
“Stand up,” he commands. “Touch yourself. Are you wet?”
I am, I don’t need to touch myself to know, but I do it anyway and slip my fingers between my legs before pulling them away. Keller wraps his long fingers around my wrist and brings my hand to his mouth. He sucks my fingers between his lips and then makes a satisfied noise.
“Put one leg up on the counter.”
I prop one leg on the counter, bringing my pussy to his aching erection. He grips his length at the base and then rubs the tip along my clit.
“God, yes, Keller.”
He then slips inside of me, and with his hand on my ass, keeping me from falling back, he digs his fingers into my skin and pulls me closer, hitting a spot I didn’t even know existed.
“Oh, God.” My head falls back as Keller’s other hand caresses my breasts, his fingers toying with my nipple piercings.
“Heaven,” Keller whispers. “Being inside of you, it’s goddamn heaven.” He pulses his hips, and I know with one wave of friction between us, I will not last long.
“You’re so deep,” I say, my breath escaping me with every thrust. I can barely hold any air. It’s being snatched by the immense pleasure pulsing through me. “I . . . I won’t last,” I say. “I’m sorry.”
“Same,” he grunts, pounding harder now, using his hand on my ass to keep me steady as he slams into me. “Fuck, this will never get old. Ever. So good.”
His voice.
His touch.
His relentless efforts to make us both orgasm, it frees something within me, unlocks a vessel. Before I know what’s happening, a low, guttural moan falls past my lips as my body seizes around him.
“Yes, Keller, fuck . . . yes.” I grind on him, my orgasm ripping through me in one fell swoop, knocking me so hard in the chest that I lose my balance and nearly slip. But my man is there to catch me. He holds me up by the ass with both hands while he pounds into me, right before the sexiest noise comes out of him.
“Shit,” he whispers. “Oh . . . fuck, Lilly.” His hips still, and I feel his cock pulse inside of me as he comes, both of us using each other until every last ounce of pleasure has been claimed.
I wrap my legs around his waist, as always amazed at his strength. I grip his shoulders and hug him while peppering tiny kisses along his collarbone.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“You don’t need to thank me, Lilly,” he says softly, now rubbing my back with his hand.
“I know that wasn’t on your schedule this morning, but I needed it. I needed that connection.” I lean away to look him in the eyes. “Waking up without you was sad. Today will be overwhelming, and I needed that quiet moment with you first.”
“I’m yours, love. Whenever you want me.”
“Promise?”
He nods. “I promise.” And then he leans in and offers me a kiss, which I greedily take.
“I love you,” I whisper when our foreheads connect.
“I love you, Lilly,” he says softly, and even though there is so much unknown coming my way, I know one thing is for sure—this man is mine, and I can do anything with him at my side.
“Hi.” I wave to the kitchen staff. “It’s so great to meet you. And can I just say, it smells fantastic in here. I don’t know what you’re cooking, but my stomach is growling.” They chuckle.
It’s been a day full of hellos and introductions. We first took a more extensive tour of the palace. I even got to go into the crown room, which was immaculate. So much history, so many jewels, a total robber’s dream. I was assured that the security in the crown room was next level, and not even a Hollywood screenwriter could devise a way to steal anything from the room.
And in every part of the palace we toured, staff lined up to say hello. I was educated on their jobs, which, wow, there are so many specific things that need to be done around the palace that I had no clue about. One person, in particular, is in charge of vacuuming the west wing carpets daily.
Every.
Freaking.
Day.
“Lunch is almost ready,” Keller says and then presses his hand to my lower back, ushering me toward the exit.
“It was so nice seeing all of you.” I wave again. “Thank you all for everything you do.”
They also wave, a bunch of very friendly people, and once we’re in the hallway, I turn to Keller and ask, “Do you think they liked me?”
“You’ve asked me that every time after you’ve met someone. When are you going to realize you’re a likeable person?”
“Not for a while. I’m an outsider coming in, so I can’t be their favorite.”
“You’re also saving this country from falling under the reign of another country, so I don’t think they care where you’re from, as long as you have Strom blood.”
“I guess that makes sense.”
“Ah, Lilija, there you are,” Queen Katla says from the other side of the hall. “I’m sure you’ve had a busy day so far, but would you mind joining me for some tea sandwiches and fresh fruit in my stateroom? I’d love to have a chance to speak with you on a more personal level.”
“Of course,” I say as I look up at Keller. “That would be fine, right?”