53. Princess Davina
Chapter 53
Princess Davina
“I swear I couldn’t love you more than I do right now, and yet I know I will tomorrow.”
— Leo Christopher
“ P rincess, you look fucking adorable,” Rafe drawls as I enter the dining room, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
“Thank—”
“And adorably fuckable,” Cole whispers into my ear.
“ Cole ,” I warn as heat rises to my cheeks. “ Behave .”
He chuckles, clearly amused. “You’re constantly making it hard for me to behave.”
Juliet’s laughter rings through the room as she carefully sets a large white cake on the table, its candles flickering.
“Cake?” I ask, perplexed. “Why’s there a cake?”
“It’s Cole’s birthday,” Rafe says. “Didn’t you tell her, Cole?”
I turn to Cole, shooting him a scathing look. “Did you?”
He shrugs, nonchalant. “It’s not that important.”
“Excuse me?” I glare at him. “Rafe, a word?”
Rafe lifts a brow but follows me to a secluded corner. “How can I serve you, Princess?”
“This isn’t funny, Rafe. You should’ve told me! I had no idea. I don’t have a gift or anything.”
“How about a calculator?”
“What?” I ask, incredulous. “A calculator?”
He shrugs. “To count himself lucky for having you.”
“That’s perfect,” I huff sarcastically. “Thank you very much.”
He laughs, amused by this. “Believe me, he doesn’t care about presents.”
I let out a frustrated breath as we return to the table.
“I don’t want to ruin the mood,” Rafe says, “but you do have to use that power of yours again.”
“Stop it,” Juliet scolds, her eyes flashing with disapproval.
My stomach twists. “I won’t.”
“But—”
“Can’t you see she doesn’t want to?” Juliet interrupts.
My feet ache, so I kick off my shoes. “Look, I know you care, but I won’t use that power again, and you need to accept that.”
“Do your feet hurt from all that running through the forest?”
“It’s fine,” I assure Cole, even though they’re sore.
He rolls up his shirt sleeves and pats his lap. “Let me take care of you.”
“Oh, please, you don’t have to do this.”
“Yeah,” Rafe mutters, scrunching his face in disgust. “You really don’t have to do this when I’m about to eat.”
Juliet gives him a sharp nudge, and Rafe responds by capturing her lips in a kiss.
“Seriously,” Rafe adds, “it’s not like she’s dying or anything.”
Instead of responding to him, Cole wordlessly motions for me to place my feet in his lap. When I don’t move, he bends down and grabs my ankles, pulling my feet into his lap.
“You deserve to be taken care of,” he says, his fingers starting to knead the soreness away.
I lean back with a soft sigh, savoring the feeling of his hands working gently over my tired muscles.
He pauses as he reaches my left ankle. “I didn’t know you had a birthmark there.”
“Oh yes, it’s been there for as long as I can remember.”
His eyes bore into mine, and he nods thoughtfully before tracing the line. “Do you ever?—”
“Are we just going to sit here all day, or are you two planning to actually cut the cake and let everyone have some?” Rafe asks, eyeing the cake like it’s a long-lost treasure. “I’ve got my fork and knife ready, and I’m not afraid to use them.”
A laugh escapes me. “Right, the cake.”
Juliet shakes her head and grins. “Let’s get to it before Rafe eats it all himself.”
Cole hands me the knife, his fingers brushing against mine. “You do the honors, Princess,” he whispers, his eyes roaming hungrily over my body.
I stand, taking the knife and cutting into the cake with care.
After I serve everyone a piece, it’s quiet for a while. Rafe digs into his cake with enthusiasm while Cole watches me with that smoldering gaze.
Juliet takes a bite of her cake and looks over at us with a warm smile. “I’m glad we’re all here together.”
Rafe, his fork halfway to his mouth, pauses and looks up with a grin. “I have to agree with Juliet. And this is probably the best cake I’ve ever had. Kudos to whoever made it.”
She gives a mock bow. “Why, thank you. I may have had a hand in it.”
Cole’s gaze is still fixed on me. “How about you, hmm? What do you think of the cake?”
“It’s fantastic. You really outdid yourself, Juliet.”
“Mhm,” Cole hums satisfied, finally starting to eat his cake.
Feeling bold, I place my feet on his lap again, my toes brushing against his dick under the table.
He coughs on his cake. “ Davina ?—”
“What’s wrong?” I bat my eyelashes at him. “Don’t you enjoy the cake?”
He leans closer, his breath warm against my ear. “Not as much as I’m going to enjoy eating your pretty pussy when we’re done here,” he whispers. “So you should save that for later.”
My pulse quickens at the promise in his words. “And what makes you think I’m going to let you do that?” I ask nonchalantly despite the heat rising in my cheeks.
Cole’s eyes darken, never breaking eye contact with me as he devours the remaining slice of cake, as if he’s already picturing taking me somewhere fare more private.
“Gross.” Rafe makes a face. “Get a room.”
I chuckle and glance back at Cole, who looks unbothered.
“I can’t help it if she makes me think of other delectable things,” he mutters. His hand tightens around my ankle. “And if you keep teasing me like this?—”
Rafe sighs dramatically but can’t suppress a grin. “You two are impossible.”
I laugh, the sound light and carefree despite the gravity of my situation. Cole’s hand slides up my leg under the table, sending a shiver through me.
Rafe finishes his slice and leans back, patting his stomach. “I think we’ll give you two some privacy before this gets any weirder.”
Juliet sets her fork down with a chuckle. “Rafe’s right.”
I nod, barely registering their words. “See you later.”
Once they leave the room, Cole’s fingers inch higher up my leg, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.
I decide to give him a hard time for not mentioning his birthday. Placing my hand over his, I stop him mid-motion.
“So,” I begin, “what’s this about you not mentioning your birthday? I thought we were past the days of surprises and secrets.”
“Oh, did I really forget to mention that? It must have slipped my mind.”
I tilt my head, feigning seriousness. “Oh, is that right?”
“I didn’t think it was a big deal.” He shrugs. “I didn’t want to make a fuss about it.”
“Ah,” I say, standing up and smoothing my dress.
“You’re leaving me already?” he asks, his brows furrowing. “I thought you were enjoying yourself.”
Walking around the table, I let my fingers trail along the edge. “I am enjoying myself, but I’m not sure you deserve to be enjoying yourself as well.”
“You’re such a tease,” he mutters. “Do you enjoy driving me crazy?”
“Maybe I do. Or maybe I just like seeing you beg.”
I can feel his eyes on me as I take all the platters from the table and stack them neatly. “I’ll quickly clean that up,” I say, aware that he’s watching my every move. “It’s so…dirty, after all.”
He leans back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest. “You’re not going to make this easy for me, are you?”
I saunter toward the door, feeling his gaze burning into my back.
He lets out a frustrated groan. “You know, if you’re going to torment me, the least you could do is look at me.”
I glance over my shoulder, seeing him running a hand through his hair as he watches me walk away, a look of longing in his eyes.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he calls after me.
I toss a wink over my shoulder. “Only if you’re lucky.”
With a bounce in my step, I walk into the kitchen and head straight for the sink. Turning on the faucet, I let the water run, watching the steam begin to rise as it warms up.
“Davina.”
The way he says my name makes me pause mid-movement.
I swallow, trying to steady my racing heart as I slowly turn to face him.
Cole leans against the island, slowly setting his glass on it before walking the short steps to me. “Do you get some kind of pleasure from watching me squirm?”
“There’s nothing quite like the satisfaction of watching someone like you lose their composure.”
“Then I suppose it’s only fair to give you a reason to lose yours.”
I raise an eyebrow, tilting my head slightly as I let my gaze travel slowly down his frame and then back up to his eyes. “You think you’re that irresistible? How adorably presumptuous of you, Your Highness.”
A wicked smirk plays on his lips as he closes the distance between us. “Adorably presumptuous?” he repeats, a challenge in his tone. “You’re practically begging for me to prove you wrong.”
“Good luck with that,” I croon and turn back to the sink.
He reaches past me, turning off the faucet. “Leave it.”
“And why would I do that?”
He leans in close enough that his breath tickles the back of my neck. “It’s my palace, my woman, my rules.”
I shiver at the husky sound of his voice. “Oh, should I start calling you ‘Your Majesty’ now?”
“Only if you plan on obeying my every command. Otherwise, you can stick with ‘Your Highness’ and continue testing my patience.”
“Are you going to keep complaining about my attitude, or do you want to actually do something about it?”
“And here I thought you couldn’t get any more tempting.”
Before I have a chance to blink, his hands move down my sides, warm and possessive. His erection presses firmly against me, and my own body betrays me, craving the friction.
“Are you sore?”
“No,” I answer quickly, almost breathless. “I’m not.”
He buries his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply, as if he’s trying to memorize my scent. “You’re a terrible liar.”
His hands slide up my thighs, his touch barely there, making my skin tingle with anticipation. I press myself against him, silently begging for more, but he only hums softly in my ear—a sound of approval mixed with amusement.
“Impatient?”
I bite my lip, trying to stifle the whine that threatens to escape.
Cole laughs softly, enjoying the way I writhe against him. His fingers begin to move again, teasing the hem of my dress as he lifts it ever so slightly.
I can feel the wetness pooling between my legs, the slow burn of desire building with every passing second.
With deliberate slowness, his fingers explore the inside of my thighs, tracing a path upward. My breath hitches as he moves higher, his touch both gentle and demanding. His touch is so close—teasingly close to where I want him most—but he doesn’t go there. It’s torturous.
One hand glides up, sliding over my stomach, fingers brushing the underside of my breasts. His body presses closer, grinding against me, and I can feel every inch of him now. Every shift and brush of his hips makes me ache with need, but he holds back, tormenting me with the promise of more.
“You’re so soft,” he breathes, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. His voice is dripping with lust, and I can hear the restraint in it, as if he’s holding himself back.
His fingertips finally reach the edge of my underwear—a barrier that does little to hide how wet I’ve become. He pauses there, hovering just above the fabric, not touching but close enough to make me quiver.
“Are you sure you’re not sore?” he asks again, his voice dark and teasing. “Because you’re so sensitive.”
“Maybe a little,” I admit reluctantly.
A quiet chuckle escapes him, and I can feel the vibration of it against my back. He’s enjoying this—the control he has over my body, the way I practically melt under his touch.
His hand moves, pressing against the fabric of my underwear, his fingers brushing lightly over the most sensitive part of me.
“You’re soaked,” he says, his fingers rubbing in slow circles over the wet lace. “And you’re trying so hard to be quiet.”
“Please,” I gasp, surprised by my own need. I don’t know what I’m begging for—his hands to move faster, his body to press harder against mine, or perhaps just for him to never stop.
He presses his lips against the side of my neck, kissing and biting softly, his teeth grazing my skin in a way that makes me shudder.
His tongue flicks out to soothe the spot he’s just bitten, and the combination of pain and pleasure leaves me dizzy.
One hand slides around my waist, holding me tight against him as he tugs my panties down. A moan escapes me as his fingers slide through my slickness, each stroke slow and torturous.
My body trembles, my head flying back onto his chest.
“You want to come, don’t you?” I can hear the smirk in his tone, the satisfaction of knowing the effect he has on me.
I nod, unable to form the words, my breath coming in shallow gasps as he moves in and out, stretching and filling me completely.
I’m panting now, every muscle tight with need.
Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, he suddenly withdraws his hand, leaving me breathless and aching for more.
Before I can protest, he brings his fingers to my mouth, smearing my own arousal on my lips. “So wet for me,” he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction.
I spin around, the urge to kiss him too overwhelming. My hands find their way to his hair, tangling in the soft strands as I pull him closer.
He pulls back just enough to look into my eyes, his gaze burning with intensity. “I could get lost in those eyes forever.”
Our mouths collide, his palm squeezing my ass as he slips his tongue into my mouth.
“I don’t have a birthday present,” I mumble against his lips between sloppy kisses. “I guess I’ll have to make up for it. Any ideas on how I should do that?”
His palm is back at my core. “My birthday present is currently wrapped in a tight, white dress, and it’s absolutely perfect.”
I let a slow smile spread across my lips. “You really know how to make a girl feel special.”
“Don’t think for a second that I’m not already planning how to make you feel like the queen you are.” He thrusts two fingers in, then out, and slides them into my mouth. “Suck.”
I swallow, his eyes wild as I obey, tasting my own arousal.
“Look at you,” he says softly. “Being so good to me.”
A throbbing ache settles between my thighs from his praise, and suddenly I’m sucking his fingers like my life is depending on it.
Without thinking, I sink to my knees.
There’s a rumble in his chest when my hands find the front of his pants, palming through the fabric. My shaky hands move to his belt, unzipping his pants. I peel the fabric away, the head of his cock slipping out and glistening at the tip. I lick my lips, my heart ramming against my ribs and nerves sizzling beneath my skin.
A groan escapes him as he watches me, and he wraps his fingers around the shaft, stroking lazily. My legs squeeze together to ease the heavy ache. I blow out a shaky breath, sliding my palm up his thighs until my fingers wrap around his shaft. For a moment, I just hold my hand there, taking in the feel of him.
“Show me,” I murmur. “Show me how you like it.”
His palm wraps around mine, making my grip tighter before moving our hands until they’re stroking up and down.
His free hand cups my cheek. “This fucking dress has been making me hard all morning,” he says and fists my hair, bringing his cock to my mouth. “Spit on it. Make it wet for me.”
I lean in and spit, then run my tongue around the head and swirl around the flesh. When the tip of my tongue finds the ridge on his head and flicks, he groans, his palm pushing me farther onto him.
His head falls back. “Fuck, that’s it.”
My nipples rub against his thighs; sparks of pleasure flutter through me. I take more of him into my mouth, gliding up and down, my jaw stretching to accommodate him.
“Please,” he says, his breath shaky.
“Begging already?” I tease, letting my lips hover just above him.
“Yes,” he breathes out, “I’m begging. Please, don’t stop.”
I take him deeper, and he starts thrusting inside my mouth until I start gagging.
“Just like that,” he groans.
My eyes begin to water, but the praise makes me suck even harder. Tears blur my vision as I look up at him, but pleasure floods my core, the ache between my thighs intensifying .
“Touch yourself,” he says, his gaze locked onto mine. “Make us both come.”
I reach down to rub my aching clit, a desperate whimper escaping me. He hisses in response, and I gasp when he suddenly grips my neck to force me to stand.
“Changed my mind.”
“What—did I do something wrong? Didn’t you like?—”
“You should be bent over, taking every inch of me like a good girl. So bend over and spread your legs.”
I obey, my breathing hitching as I bend over the counter.
His grip is rough on my hips. “You did perfect,” he murmurs, his voice sending a shiver spreading all over my body. “ Too perfect.” Calloused fingers trace a line down my spine with agonizing slowness, making me arch in response. “You look devastating all spread out like this.”
My head flies back onto his chest as he slowly pushes his cock inside me, and my legs tremble, my hair matted to my face as pleasure makes my mind delirious with need.
I let out another whimper, my body screaming for release.
“You’re dripping all over my cock, Davina.” He groans before pushing my head down onto the counter. “And I love it. The way your body responds, the way you shiver, the sight of you like this. The way you move, the way you feel, every sound you make.” His grip tightens as he thrusts a little deeper. “I can’t get enough of you.”
My eyes roll at the sensation, the feel of him inside me is so overwhelming that the mild pain starts to subside as more pleasure takes over. My head feels dizzy, and he withdraws equally slowly as he pushed in, until just the tip remains inside.
“ Please ,” I choke out.
“Please, what?” he whispers, his breath hot against my back. “Use your words, Davina. Do you want me to fuck you gently? Nice and slow? Or do you want me to fuck you the way I’m dying to fuck you?”
“Fuck me like I’m yours—” My breath breaks into a squeal when he suddenly slams into me with a vicious thrust. “ God ? — ”
“God?” The grip on my hair tightens, pulling my head back. “You’re asking the wrong one for salvation.”
The words echo in my mind as he thrusts into me again, his other hand reaching around to rub my clit.
“I hope your eyes roll as you come on my cock. Are those pretty eyes rolling back, Princess?”
“Yes,” I cry out as he picks up pace.
He’s thrusting roughly, and the sound of our skin slapping mixes with my moans until I tense. My vision grows fuzzy before I explode, and Cole quickly follows. He collapses on my back, his weight pressing down gently.
As we finally pull apart, breathless, he gazes down at me with a look of pure adoration. “My heart is so full of you, it hurts.”
I catch my breath. “Are you saying it hurts to be with me? I’m wounded.”
“Being with you is the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me. What hurts is the thought of ever losing you.”
I trace a finger gently along his jaw, taking in his ridiculously handsome features. “You’re stuck with me, heart and all.”
He smiles, a genuine, heartfelt expression that makes my heart swell. “I’ll clean you up,” he says, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “And then I’ll take you to bed and spend the next few days tracing every inch of your skin, getting to know you in ways I haven’t yet.”
His words are a promise, wrapping around my heart like a vow I never knew I needed.
“You already know me,” I say, my voice barely audible.
He shakes his head. “Not enough. Not in the way I want to. Not in the way you deserve.”
It’s all I hear him say before everything goes black?—