Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13408 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 67(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13408 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 67(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
“Princess Anya, is this the Christopher you were speaking of.” With my hand in hers, she turns and faces the wolves.
“Yes. This is Christopher Svensson. Or should I say, "Sir Christopher?” I look down at her, confused by what she is saying. She giggles and leans into me.
“You must have missed the most important parts of the press conference. I will explain later. For now, wave.” Still in shock, I look up and simply wave to everyone, not sure why I am doing it in the first place.
“How does it feel to be Knighted?” one of the reporters yells. I whip my head toward him, about to tell him he is mistaken, when Anya pulls me toward her once again.
“Yes. You will have an official ceremony, but it is true, Sir Christopher.” Is she serious? “Oh, and I’m pregnant.” Surely she didn’t just say… is this her idea of softening the blow before she knocks my socks off?
Turning, I drop to my knees in front of her. “Are you playing with me?” I ask, as she runs her hands through my hair, laughing and shaking her head.
“No. I’m having a baby. We are having a baby.” Like an ass, I stand, lift her in my arms and spin her around. This woman I have given my heart to gives me more in return. A family.
EPILOGUE
ANYA
ONE YEAR LATER
Christopher and I got married shortly after Elise and Jack did in a small ceremony. It was magical. He’s known as my Prince Consort, but to me, he’s Christopher, my loving husband. He’s also a wonderful father to our daughter, Kristen. Tonight is Elise and Jack’s first-anniversary party, and we’re supposed to be in the ballroom with everyone else, but instead, we’re in a closet. He lifts me up in his arms. My back hits the wall roughly. He drags his lips down my neck.
“I can’t be gentle.” His voice is strangled, and I can tell he’s barely hanging on. Is it bad that I love that I do this to him? Reaching between us, I wrench open his tuxedo pants and reach into his boxers. I pull his hard cock out, stroking it as I do.
“I don’t want you to be gentle, husband. Fuck me,” I moan as his lips wrap around my still lace-covered nipple. Reaching between us, he pulls my panties to the side and rubs his fingers over my clit. It's swollen, and I am aching for his touch.
“Move your hand, wife. Let me at that delicious, dripping cunt,” he demands, and I obey. He lowers me just a little and slams into me. No other warning. Just balls deep inside me. Owning me. I love this man so much. He’s mine, and I’m his. Nothing and no one else matters.
In and out, he thrusts like a man possessed. All I can do is hold on to his shoulders and hang on for the ride. I place kisses on his lips, neck, and the parts of his chest I can reach. His hands dig into my ass. Every touch is heightening this. Every breath he takes and exhales onto me makes me want to scream.
“More,” I beg, and he gives it to me. He’s thrusting into me so hard I might actually knock myself out, but I don’t care. I don’t care about anything other than this right here. I am sure that it will fade eventually, but I don’t see that happening anytime soon. I was made to take his cock; that much is evident.
I scream his name as I come, everything from my pussy to my toes clenching in pleasure. He grunts and groans my name over and over until he finally fills me with his seed.
“I’m going to knock you up again, you know that, don’t you?”
“I do, my prince. I do.”
“I’m no one’s prince,” he says, setting me down on the floor. My dress falls back down, and he tucks himself back into his pants. I grab his face hard and make him look at me.
“You’re my fucking prince, and don’t you forget that.” I kiss him, our tongues dancing.
“I love you, Anya.”
“I love you, too, Christopher. I love it when you say my name.”
“I know.”
God, this man. I knew he was mine when I dreamt of him. I knew he was mine when I saw him on the ice. I knew he was mine when he hated me and when he made love to me. There’s no one else I could love more than I do him.
EPILOGUE
CHRISTOPHER
TEN YEARS LATER
Last night’s fundraiser for the orphanage was a smashing success. Over the years, we’ve completely turned everything around. I was surprised, though I probably shouldn’t have been, when Anya asked me to run Evergreen’s social services with her. We’ve made it our life’s mission to ensure that everyone who needs assistance in this country gets the best of it. Last night’s fundraiser was no different, but it ran late. So, when I woke up this morning, and Anya’s ass was pressed against my hard cock, I was going to be a gentleman and let her sleep in, but she obviously had other plans for us.