Chapter 2 – Sebastian #2
She’s silent, and it’s so unlike Bellamy that I drop closer and cup her jaw in my hand, tilting it up until our faces are inches apart. My stomach sinks at her despondent expression.
“Where is all this coming from?”
“I don’t know.” She puffs out a breath, forcing a tight smile.
“Maybe it’s just hormones or the reality that I am now a queen when just a few months ago, I was a girl on my own living in a foreign country and barely getting by.
I have my fairy tale. My happily ever after.
But no one ever writes about what comes next in those.
No one ever cared about what happened between Cinderella and Prince Charming after their wedding. ”
I grin. “You mean Rowan?” At our wedding, Rowan had a real-life Cinderella situation. He met a woman, spent the night dancing with her, and took her to his bed. By the time he woke up in the morning, she was gone, except for an earring that must have fallen out.
That’s it. She’s gone. Vanished without a trace, and he’s desperate to find her.
“Your brother is not who I’m speaking of.
” She sighs, her fingers grazing along my cheek and up into my hair.
“Aren’t you worried about any of it? It all happened so fast for us.
I wouldn’t change that. It’s just…what happens after the fairy tale is over and real life begins? Will we always be like this?”
My arms band around her back and I move us until I’m sitting and she’s straddling my thighs with her full tits and sweet baby bump pressed against me.
“We did not have a fairy tale, my queen. We fought and fucked and fell in love. We were attacked by a man who wanted our blood. I’ve lived my entire life under the shadow of a curse that now feels as though it’s finally lifted.
If anything, our fairy tale is about to begin. This is the happily ever after part.”
I pan my hands around us, toward the clear blue-green water, the sparkling-white sand and swaying palm trees before I press my hand flat on her stomach, right over our growing children.
“You’re right,” she admits, the fog clearing from her eyes just as swiftly as it came in, and I make a note to be more mindful of her mood swings with her pregnancy. “Maybe I’m just hungry?”
I laugh, kissing her lips. “Then we should feed you. And our growing children.”
My mouth slides down her neck just as my hands come up, cupping her tender, swollen breasts.
I roll my thumbs over her hardening nipples through the material of her bikini, and she moans, her head falling back.
Along with Bellamy’s mood swings, her body is more responsive to me than ever.
Her hands grip my hair, angling her body to give my mouth better access.
She holds me there and rolls her hips against my hardening cock. Her hand goes for my swim trunks, but I stop her with my hand and a shake of my head.
“Really? Tell me you’re kidding. Two seconds ago, you were about to remove my bikini top.”
“We need to feed you,” I say simply. “I don’t want your blood sugar or blood pressure getting too low. It’s already the afternoon and you haven’t eaten since this morning.”
“Fine,” she groans. “I’d argue, but I’m starving.” Her stomach gives a rumble right on cue, making us both laugh. “As long as you promise to give me at least three orgasms after lunch and another few tonight.”
“Demanding little vixen.” I give her ass a firm swat. “You’ll get what I give you and be grateful for it, or perhaps I should put you on your knees and my cock down your throat to remind you who’s in charge of your pleasure.”
She gives a delicious little shiver, her cheeks flushing at the thought. “Perhaps you should. But first, let’s go eat.”
She hops off me and, without waiting for me, starts walking toward the house we’re staying in.
For an island larger than Sicily not even two hundred kilometers off the coast of Messalina, there weren’t a lot of options for places for us to stay.
We require a lot. A lot of space and privacy and rooms for royal attendants.
I had wanted to take her to Greece or Croatia, but the thought of being that far from my children and her father paralyzed us both.
I can’t remember the last time I went on a real holiday, and I won’t lie and say I’m completely at ease with being away.
I haven’t left my children in years, and it’s a knot that grows tighter with every day we’re here.
I roll over onto my stomach, watching her for a moment before I move into a plank and jump to my feet.
I grab the blanket, but just as I lift my phone, it starts to vibrate in my hand.
It’s Rowan, and my heart is instantly pounding.
He’s acting as regent in my absence, but he rarely calls and only ever if there’s an issue.
When I speak to the children, it’s usually Emily, my primary housekeeper, who calls, and that’s so I know not to worry.
“What is it?” I answer, my eyes on Bellamy, who hears me and turns, her brows furrowed in concern.
His answer is immediate. “We’ve got a situation.”