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  “There’s nothing I won’t give you, my love,” I say as I answer her request by driving home.

  The feel of taking her, of possessing her, is bearing down on me. Her body tenses with every thrust, and I know she’s climbing as high as I am. We’re moments away from what I know will be the most intense climax of my life.

  “I’m not going to pull out, Princess. This is how I’m going to bind you to me forever. There will never be a day when someone comes for your hand in marriage. You’ll already have my baby in your womb, and nothing can stand in my way.”

  I feel her hands go to my ass and grip me tighter to hold me inside of her. “Do it,” she whispers, and I give us both what we want.

  Her body clings to me as she cries out her orgasm. I take her lips to silence the sound, and I empty my cock inside her. The powerful beat of my heart connects with hers in that moment, and time stands still. Our pleasures mold together into one, and I feel my soul find its other half.

  When I break the kiss, I stare into her eyes and hold her face in my hands.

  “Forever, Princess. You are bound to me forever.”

  Chapter Five

  Tabitha

  I walk back into the ballroom after making sure everything’s going as planned. The poor wedding planner has been run ragged. I’m surprised the she hasn’t had a heart attack yet, especially with Alena’s new husband moving up the wedding date. Yesterday had been a whirlwind from the moment my toes hit the floor.

  What started out as a day for Alena’s wedding shower turned into a mad dash to have everything ready for a wedding the following day. I barely had time to think about the night before or what Vlad and I had done.

  I move my hand to my belly and wonder if what he said was true. I’d told him last night I wanted five or six kids. He told me the first three or four would have to be boys if the girls were going to come out looking like their mother. He said he’d need the backup. I smile at the memory of the easy conversation we had. We planned our lives without a care in the world, as if I could run away with him and there would be no fallout.

  Alena and I haven’t had much time to talk. She snuck into my room last night with her husband-to-be hot on her heels. It was in that moment that I knew that man was madly in love with her.

  I stand off to the side and watch her sitting on her husband’s lap, smiling at him as he wraps his arms around her in a tight hold. “She’s free,” I whisper to myself. “She’s happy.”

  My eyes start to water with joy for her. I got her away from my mother, and now she’s in the hands of a man who will protect her with his life. I saw that last night when he burst into my room and chased after her. He all but pleaded with her to come with him. I’m sure that before last night he’d never pleaded for a thing in his life.

  “I told you everything would be okay, Princess.” I stand up straight when I feel Vlad’s lips against my ear. I lean back a little, wanting to feel his body heat. “I promised you your sister would be okay, and I will never break a promise to you.”

  I turn around and look up at him. He did tell me that. He snuck into my room once again last night. He was on a mission. A mission to make sure I knew I belonged to him. And to make sure the world knew, too. If he manages to get me pregnant there’s no way of hiding it. I should want to smack him because of it, but all it does is make to cling to him even harder. Something about his primal way with me, along with his bossiness and caveman tendencies, works. Maybe because when I’m with him I don’t have to think. He takes care of what’s happening, and it’s nice. Freeing.

  “She really is, isn’t she? He loves her.” I glance over at them once again and smile when I see him picking her up and carrying her from the room. I have to stifle a laugh. I’m sure my mother wants to die of embarrassment at how her daughter was carried away from her wedding. Everything is about appearances to her.

  “I thought he was crazy,” Vlad says, and I look up at him. He’s watching me, not paying attention to anything else. “He saw a picture of her and lost it. I knew there was no stopping him. Never saw him like that before. So I stood back and didn’t tell him he was being crazy because I knew there was nothing I could do.”

  I watch him as his eyes roam over my face, and then they go soft and sweet. That happens when he gets me where he wants me, usually after putting me there. “Then you walked right into my life, and I got it. You lit up the whole room, and then I saw it. You pulled at a primal part of me. A part of me that I didn’t know was there. It was lying dormant, waiting for you. Because it belonged to you.” He leans down a little more so his breath is against my lips. “You were putting on a show. You were on a mission to protect your sister. I bet you’ve been doing it your whole life, haven’t you? Making sure she doesn’t have attention on her that she doesn’t want. Making sure you take the brunt of your bitch mother’s wrath.”

  His big hands come up to cradle my face. “It’s my job to protect her. She’s my little sister,” I tell him.

  “I know, sweet girl. I know. But who’s been protecting you?” He strokes my cheeks with his thumbs. I don’t have a response. We both know it should have been my mother, but she protected me as much as a farmer protects his cattle. “From now on, your answer to that question is my name. Say it, Tabitha.”

  “Vlad protects me,” I say instantly, the words falling from my lips easily.

  “Damn right I do,” he growls, before his lips are on mine.

  I forget where we are and fall into this moment with him. He always makes me forget my surroundings. When he’s near me, everything melts away and I don’t have a worry in the world. He’s right. I know he will protect me. I can feel it in my bones. I’ve been waiting my whole life for this knight to rescue me. My knight.

  He pulls back, his breathing as heavy as mine. “We can’t do this here. I don’t like people seeing you like this.” His possessive words jolt me back to reality, and I remember where we are. I pull back a little, and Vlad’s hold tightens for a moment before he releases me. He’s giving me a warning. I better not run. I can’t believe I forgot we are in a room of people and I was openly kissing a man. A princess must never behave like that with any man who is not her husband. And even then, public displays of affection aren’t well looked upon.

  I can see Vlad’s whole body tighten. He looks like he’s about to blow. He doesn’t like us hiding. He doesn’t like that for most of the day we’ve had to pretend we don’t belong to each other. Though I’m sure if people looked closely they could see it. His eyes always follow me, and he’s always calling me away to “help” with something, a.k.a. a make-out session in some closed off room. He’d pull me away, insisting he needed me, and I believed him. If I hadn’t given in with those stolen moments I think I would have been over his shoulder and out of here long ago.

  I reach out and touch his arm, trying to get him under control. “Not here. This is my sister’s wedding.” He relaxes a little at my words and touch, but I can still see him fighting himself. I know he wants to pick me up and throw me over his shoulder. Even though I’ve only known him for a brief time, I already know that’s his go-to move to get me where he wants me. He simply picks me up and puts me there.

  “You’ve had me chasing you all day.” I think there’s a hint of pout in his voice. “You’ve been walking around wearing that fucking dress you have on, which you’re going to pay for when we get home.”

  “You like chasing me,” I say in a tease, seeing him calm down a little. My heart flutters at the word home. I love when he goes caveman on me, even though this isn’t the place or the time. Not tonight.

  He grasps my hip. “I like catching you more.” The fingers on my hips flex and dig into me. “Your bag is already in my car. You’re coming home with me tonight.” A question isn’t being asked.

  “I told you I would,” I sass back, and roll my eyes at him, making him smile. I love how easily our banter comes already. I’m so easy around him and feel more like myself than I ever have.
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br />   “I’m going to make it all come true,” he says, bringing me into him a little more, and I know what he’s talking about. Last night when we lay in bed, he asked me about my dreams. If I could pick my life, what would it be? In the dark it was easy to give life to what I wanted. I didn’t want to be a princess. I wanted to live in a home with a man I loved, who adored and loved me, too. I wanted to have a herd of children. “I’m going to give you everything you ever wanted, Tabitha, but you will always be a princess. Now you’ll only be my princess.”

  I want that to be true, to only be his, but I know it is only a matter of time before people find out what we’ve been up to. We haven’t been careful. It’s hard to be when you’re in love. It’s impossible to feel this and not let it somehow show. I know someone is going to try to take my fairy tale, but I have a feeling my knight will never let that happen.

  Chapter Six

  Vlad

  I don’t stop as I walk straight to my room and kick the door closed behind me. Tabitha giggles as I toss her on the bed. She sits up and watches me strip out of my clothes.

  The drive back to the palace was quiet. It was just the two of us, but there was an energy in the car. It sizzled and sparked. We are both running high with need, and I’ve got tunnel vision on getting inside her. Maybe later I can show her the palace and show her where I live. But right now, the only thing that matters is how hard she wants me to fuck her.

  I need to fuck her. It was driving me crazy all day that I couldn’t stake my claim on her publicly, but I have a feeling people knew. Whispers have started, and I know I’ll have to stamp out that shit soon.

  “Take that dress off if you want to keep it. Otherwise, it’s about to get trashed,” I say, throwing my belt on the floor and unzipping my slacks.

  She steps off the bed and turns, giving me her back. “Can you unzip it for me?” She peeks over her shoulder, and her eyes are smoldering with sex.

  I reach out and unzip it and watch as she wiggles it down her waist and lets it pool at her feet. I growl at the sight of her in a lacy thong, and I need to mark her again.

  Stalking up behind her, I push her down on the bed and knee her legs apart. I fist the scrap of material that’s running up her ass and give it a tug. Her panties disintegrate under my hand and she’s left completely bare, her round ass in the air. She lets out a moan. She likes to roll her eyes when I get like this, taking what I want, but we both know she loves it. I wonder if she knows she’s the only person who has ever made me feel this way. I’ve never felt so territorial in my life. She even tilts up more, trying to get closer to me.

  “I’m not sure if you know this, but underwear doesn’t have to be ripped off to be removed.”

  There’s heated sass in her voice, and I pop my hand across one round cheek for it.

  “Oh!” she squeaks, and wiggles it for me.

  I smack the other cheek and watch it shake as the pink print of my hand blossoms on it. “You keep that up and you won’t be able to sit for a week,” I warn, rubbing my cock along the soft wetness of her pussy. “Although I might still let you sit on my face. I can’t get enough of that little pussy of yours.”

  She moans and pushes back against me again, silently begging for me to fuck her. I watch as my cock glistens with her honey, and a thick pearl of cum beads at the head.

  “Spread your lips for me. I want what’s mine.”

  She rests her chest on the bed in front of her and widens her legs. Then she reaches between her legs and uses her hand to spread her pussy lips.

  I thrust hard into her tightness, and her greedy cunt pulls me in. Then I feel her fingers on my balls as I hold myself inside her and let her adjust to my size.

  “Fuck. You’re going to make me go too soon,” I say through gritted teeth, and I feel her massage them again, trying to push me over the edge. God, I love this woman.

  Reaching down, I grab her wrists and pull them away, pinning them down at her sides. I hold her there and start to thrust.

  “You love pushing me to the edge, Princess. I can’t decide if you want a sore ass or if you want to see how far I will take you.”

  She moans as I fuck her harder and deeper into the bed. Her upturned ass is taking all that I’m giving her and begging for more.

  I lean down close so my mouth is next to her ear. “The answer is yes, Tabitha. I will give you that cherry-red ass you’re begging for, and I will take you beyond anything your heart desires. The only answer I will ever give you is yes.”

  I rest my forehead on her shoulder and thrust hard, feeling her legs tremble. Her moans are turning into pleas, and she’s right on the edge of cumming.

  “Tell me you love me when you cum. Let me hear you say it for the first time when my cock is buried deep inside you. I love you, Tabitha, so don’t you dare deny me.”

  “Vlad!” she shouts into the room as her pussy pulses around me. “I love you!”

  The sound is sweeter than anything I’ve ever heard, and I nearly collapse on top of her as I go over the edge with her.

  “I love you. I love you,” she whispers over and over as her orgasm runs through her body in waves of pleasure.

  I nearly black out at the intensity of the moment, knowing that nothing will ever take her away, knowing that she’s the love of my life and will soon be the mother of our babies.

  Somehow I drag both of us up the bed without pulling out of her. I spoon around her and possessively throw my body over hers, pinning her down.

  “I’m not going to disappear in your sleep,” she says, and I can hear the smile in her voice.

  “You’re definitely not now,” I say, kissing her neck. “Sleep, sweet princess. I’ve got plans to make love to you all night, and you’re going to need your rest.”

  “I love you, Vlad,” she whispers again, and it’s just as sweet as the first time she said it.

  “I love you, too, Tabitha.”

  Chapter Seven

  Tabitha

  I watch Vlad take a bite as I study his scruffy unshaven face. We’ve been locked up in his home for almost a week, having only left a few times when we needed to - when I went to see my sister, and when he had a meeting to clear his work schedule so he can stay with me while I settle into living with him. I think he might actually be taking this caveman act a little too far. Okay, that’s a lie. I’m still enjoying the lingering sensations that his facial hair left on my inner thighs this morning.

  He smiles and swallows the food without really chewing it, making appreciative sounds. I narrow my eyes at him, and he smiles at me. I know he’s faking it. I pick up the plate of muffins and toss them into the trash before putting the plate into the sink.

  I feel him come up behind me, and he slides his hands around my hips and turns me around. He lifts me, setting me on the counter then sliding between my legs. “I ate every bite,” he says, and I glance over at his empty plate.

  “Well, I hope you don’t die because I kinda like having you around,” I say, half-pouting, half-teasing, and it makes him laugh. God, I’m the worst cook, and it’s driving me absolutely nuts. How am I supposed to feed a family if I can’t even cook?

  “I’ll eat anything you make.” He tries to get me to not be upset, but it’s hard. I’ve been cooking all week and it seems to be one failure after another.

  “I want you to actually like it, though.”

  “I love it because you made it, I love it because I get to sit at the kitchen bar and watch you move around making me something to eat. I’ll love it more when you’re barefoot and round with our baby while doing it.”

  I wrap my arms around his neck, the disappointment in my culinary skills fading fast.

  “I love you,” I tell him before I pull him down to kiss me. His mouth meets mine, and I only kiss him for a moment before pulling away. “Oh my God, I can still taste that muffin and it’s terrible. How did you eat the whole thing?”

  He shrugs like it was no big deal, and I can’t help but laugh. God, I love him.
He would do anything to make me happy.

  “I’m going to bring some wood in for the fire.” He pulls me off the counter and gives my ass a firm squeeze. “Why don’t you get your book and lie on the sofa and wait for me.”

  “Mmky,” I say blissfully, knowing what’s coming. I may have only been staying with Vlad for a week, but we already have a routine. In the late afternoons, I lie on the sofa in front of the fire while he brings his laptop out to work. I switch from reading to taking little catnaps. During one nap I know I’ll wake up with his mouth between my legs.

  It’s my favorite part of the day. Okay, maybe second, because the first is lying in bed with him at night. I had no idea life could be this sweet, and I’m soaking it up, waiting for the other shoe to drop. I haven’t heard from my mother since the wedding, and I know she knows something is up. She watched me all night at the wedding, and Vlad did not do his best at hiding that he wanted me, even though he thinks he did an okay job and held himself back. I’m not sure he knows what holding back really is.

  I watch him leave, then I go to our bedroom to get my book. Making my way down the hall, I go straight for our room. Our bedroom is the only one on this floor. Five other bedroom are upstairs. It almost feels like this home was plucked right out of my dreams. Vlad had it built years ago, and it sits right outside the castle, not even a mile away. But there’s a small road that only we can use to get to Alena and Roman. I like that it’s easy to see my sister.

  He told me he never thought about why he built a house so big with no plans of ever marrying or having children. But after our first night here, he told me he must have known deep down I was coming. He’d built it for me. I might have cried all over him. He was right. He would always give me what I want. He was doing it before he even knew what it was. What I love most about the house is that while it’s big, it also all feels cozy and intimate. It’s warm and feels like a home.