Epilogue
FERRIN
Iwake up with a smile on my face as I crawl between my princess’s thighs.
I hum a contented sigh when she reaches beneath the blanket to grab my hair with one hand while her other goes to the pillow above her head.
Her cast came off yesterday, and it was the same day I got the green light from the doctor to resume normal activity.
Normal activity to me was slamming her against the wall and fucking her blind while holding her up.
It wasn’t the easiest since I’m not at full strength, but we made it work.
It’s been four weeks here in the palace, and not a lot has changed other than how close she’s grown with the royal family and how we still can’t get enough of each other.
It’s gotten to the point where she no longer wears clothes to bed because she knows if she does, I’ll rip them off her.
But it’s more than her body I can’t get enough of.
It’s her kindness, her sweet, incredible heart, how she plays with the children, and how her friendship with Bellamy and Marcella has grown.
Not to mention her relationship with her brothers.
Day by day, I get to watch her grow into the woman she was always meant to be.
There’s no fear. No hesitation. Day by day, she owns more and more of me, and it’s everything I want her to have.
I hold nothing back. It shocks me, but with her, there is no holding back.
She’d never let me get away with that shit, but more than that, it’s what she deserves.
All of my heart.
The way I’ve grown to love this woman should scare me, but it only thrills me. I get to be with her. I get to have her. I get to love her.
And the best part? She loves me back.
We don’t say it. Not really. Not since I told her that day that I was falling for her, and she said the same. We’ve given each other this time to see where we are and become something other than what we went through. But it wasn’t those days that defined us or made us fall.
It was us despite those events.
She gives all of herself to everyone around her, and it’s made me want to do the same. Or at the very least be better. A man worthy of the princess. With that, I’ve begun working on something with Gabe and Javier. I haven’t mentioned it to her yet. I wanted to see how far it would go.
But this morning might be the time for that conversation.
Now that her cast is off, they’re planning to announce her next week.
It’ll mean pictures and interviews and statements.
I’ve already told her I won’t be part of that.
I want to keep a low profile and maintain any surprise I have since Antonia believes me to be dead.
Sebastian is working on bringing in new guards who are specifically trained, and that’s where I come in.
“Mmm,” I hum against her wet heat as I blow cool air on her clit. “You taste so fucking good. Eating your cunt is the best part of my day.”
My tongue swirls around her clit, and she moans, already so wet as if her body knew this was coming before she did. Considering it’s how I wake her up most mornings, I’m not shocked.
My hands are everywhere, touching her breasts and rubbing her belly and playing with the curve of her hips.
My mouth is another story. It’s completely concentrated on her pussy.
Her clit and her sweet, wet opening. She rolls her hips and fucks my face like it’s the only way she’ll come because in these four weeks, she still doesn’t know how to control her pleasure.
I suppose that’s my job, but I love watching her lose herself more.
I groan against her and cup her ass, giving it a firm squeeze before I drive her deeper against me.
Her eyes glow molten silver, filthy as sin and sexy as fuck.
I give her a long, dirty lick from her ass up to her clit.
I haven’t fucked her ass yet. We’ve both been hot fucking messes with our wounds, and when I take her there, it won’t be when I’m one wing down.
When I fuck her ass, I’m going to fuck it like I mean it. I’m going to fuck it so she feels all of me, stretching her asshole while I make her beg for more.
Until then…
Her thighs squeeze around my head, and her heels dig into my back, one right over my scar that’s healed but not fully there.
Pain twists through me, but I let it ride because she’s getting so close.
I taste all of her, darting my tongue in and out before it plays with her clit.
I do that again and again, teasing her, edging her enough that she grows frustrated and needy.
I kiss and suckle at her, making her writhe and squeal. I wrap my arm over the top of her thigh and press down on her pubic bone, giving her pressure but also holding her still.
“Greedy girl,” I chastise.
“Ferrin, please,” she begs, and I smile against her.
“Please what, darlin’?” I blow cool air on her clit. “Please eat your cunt till you see stars? Please fuck you with my giant cock? Please make you come over and over before I tell you that I love you?”
“What?!” she cries, but I suck her clit between my lips and nibble on it with my teeth. “Holy shit,” she pants. “Ferrin?”
Her hands tangle through my hair, and she tries to pull me back, but it’s not happening.
Not yet. I work her cunt with my tongue, lips, and teeth.
I eat her like I’ll never get the chance again.
I eat her until her thighs tremble against my face and her heels scrape up and down my back, and she holds me right on her clit.
Her pussy flutters around me, and I push two fingers into her so I can feel it. So she can feel me and know this is only a taste of what comes next.
“Ah! Fuck!” she cries, moaning and thrashing. She covers her face with her pillow and comes so fucking hard all over me. My lips, cheeks, and chin are covered in her. I hold her down and lick her through it, pushing my fingers deep inside her and spreading them apart so she feels the stretch.
On a final sigh, she drops into the bed and goes limp.
With a breathless laugh, I give her one final lick that makes her shudder before I kiss my way up her body until I reach the pillow.
I pull it away, and her eyes blink up at me.
My heart thumps in my chest. I dip to kiss her before I lower my weight onto her, our legs tangled and our chests flush.
I prop myself up and stare at her a smile on my face as I say, “I love you,” and push inside of her at the same time.
Her eyes glass over and her hands wrap around my back, holding me to her.
“I love you.” I roll into her, digging my knees between her thighs and pressing in deeper.
I hold still when I’m in as far as I can go.
“I love you more than anything in this world.” I shiver with goose bumps and lick at her tears as they fall.
“I love you with everything that I am. I love you completely. You’ve rewritten every part of me into the best version I never imagined I was capable of being.
I want to marry you. I want to give you babies.
I want to make your every dream come true because that’s exactly what you’ve done for me. ”
Slowly I pull back only to thrust back in.
Her fingers comb through my hair, and she holds the side of my face.
“I love you too. I’ve loved you since you gave me that first arrogant boy smile, and my heart shook in my chest, knowing it was in trouble.
” Her knees hike up, and she starts meeting my thrusts in perfect counterpoint.
Her hands slip to my ass, and she holds me there, pushing me in, holding me where she wants me.
“I love you for showing me how to live and making it okay for me to be fearless and afraid at the same time. I love that you stayed even when you didn’t think you should.
I love that you fought for us and continue to fight for us every day.
I love watching you with the children and seeing the way you smile and laugh with them.
” She angles up to kiss and nibble on my chin.
“And I’m glad you want to have babies with me because I’m pregnant. ”
“What?” I freeze and draw back, blinking down at her.
She shrugs. “When the doctor removed my cast, I asked about birth control. But it’s too late. He did a test and…” She trails off, looking nervous and uncertain.
“Shit.” I laugh. “You didn’t say anything.”
“I needed the night to think about it. And you were busy all afternoon and evening, so it wasn’t a great time.”
“I suppose that’s what we get for fucking like mad and not using any protection.”
“Are you upset?”
“Upset? No.” Worried? Yeah.
I smile and kiss her lips. I kiss her and kiss her because I don’t have words yet.
A baby. I put a baby in her belly. My baby.
I can be a good dad. The dad I never had.
I’ll teach my kid how to fight and be strong and read people and be cautious.
But Desta will teach it how to smile and laugh and be brave.
She’ll teach it how to love. And no one will ever hurt it. Not even me.
“A baby.” I kiss her neck and work my way back down her body because when I kissed my way up, I didn’t know my child was inside of her. I reach her soft, still flat belly and run my hands over it. I glance up at her, my heart hammering in my chest so hard I can barely breathe. “A baby?”
Fuck, I’m about to cry, and I don’t think I’ve ever fucking cried.
She nods and bites her lip.
I pull out of my girl so I can kiss her stomach. My nose nuzzles back and forth, and yeah, I’m fucking crying.
“Oh, god. Ferrin!” She laughs out a wet sob, her hands playing with my hair.
“It’s going to be perfect, isn’t it? Whatever it is, however it is, it’ll be perfect.”
She nods and pulls me back up to her. I push back inside of her and kiss her sweet lips. “It will be, but I’m scared. It means there’s more to worry about. More to protect.”
It’s true, and it terrifies me too. “No one was going to hurt you again, and they sure as fuck aren’t now.”
She sighs. “You can’t control that.”
I can. I will.
“Marry me?”
“You don’t have to—”
I bit her lip to stop her before she says something nuts.
“Marry me.” This time it’s not a question.
It’s a demand. “I was going to ask your brothers for your hand. I feel as though I should given my past, and well, you’re a princess.
So I’ll still ask them. And I can afford it now that I have a job training special forces and royal bodyguards. ”
“What? What are you talking about?”
“I’m training them on social engineering. On tactics thieves and criminals use. I’m working with them, and it’ll help keep you safe. It’ll keep all of you safe. At least I hope. But it’s going well so far.”
She smacks my shoulder. “You didn’t tell me!”
“I was going to after I fucked you.”
“Then fuck me already.”
“I love you. I love our baby, and I love you.”
She grabs the back of my neck and hauls me up to her so she can kiss me.
I shove into her, taking deep breaths as I struggle to adjust and not lose it right away.
She’s so tight and so warm, and holy shit, I got her pregnant.
It feels as though it should be a fuck-up, but it’s anything but.
I’m scared. I won’t lie and say otherwise. I’m fucking scared.
But I’ve never been happier, and my princess has everything to do with that.
“Does that feel good?” I ask, suddenly unsure. “Can I fuck you?”
She nods. “You can fuck me. You can fuck me hard. We won’t hurt the baby.”
Thank Christ.
I pull out the tiniest amount before I thrust back in, not trusting myself just yet to give her more.
The inner walls of her pussy kiss and hug my cock, working to hold me inside, to keep me deep.
I want to fuck her sweaty and hard until she’s weeping with pleasure.
Until her cunt is dripping with both of us.
And I do.
I grasp her hips and move her on my cock.
I pound her and make her tits bounce, and her neck go taut.
I’m working her. Making sure she feels every thrust and slide.
I’m so fucking hard, I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard.
I pound into her, giving her every inch of me, every piece of my soul until we both come, panting and sweaty with smiles and laughter.
I hold her in my arms and kiss her because I can’t stop kissing her. I’ll never stop kissing her. There was a time when I thought I’d lost her. That she was gone. That I’d never get to see her again. Even when I tried to push her away, to let her go, I couldn’t.
There’s more coming from this.
I know it. I feel it.
And with her being pregnant, she’s even more at risk. Maybe not from Antonia or even Marie, but it’s still possible. Something feels off. The more I dig, the more I learn, the more it feels as though there’s something all of us are blind to.
I don’t like the quiet. I don’t like their silence. Maybe the curse has been broken and all my worry is for naught. That’s my hope. But… I’m not entirely sold.
Desta’s the blood in every beat of my heart.
She’s going to marry me. She’s going to have my baby. My princess is mine. Forever. And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her that way.
Thank you for reading Stolen Princess.