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  The minister nods and starts with the speech, and I gaze into Drew’s eyes happily. My heart feels like it’s about to burst.

  This day didn’t turn out so bad after all.

  Chapter 19

  Andrew

  Much to everyone’s surprise—but not their dismay—there was still a wedding today. The only difference is that I was the groom instead of Fergus.

  After the minister married us, we shared our first kiss—well, our first kiss that everyone knew about anyway—and mingled with the guests for a while.

  Now, though, it’s late in the day, and the sun is setting, and all I want to do is get Ash back to my room and out of that dress.

  I spot her across the orchard and smile at her, and she gives me a little wave as I walk over.

  She’s speaking with...well, to be honest, I have no idea who she’s speaking with, and, quite frankly, I don’t care right now.

  I stroll over, and, as I get to her side, I wrap my arm around her waist and place a kiss on the top of her head, smiling as she leans into me.

  “Having fun, wife?” I ask playfully, winking at her.

  The people Ash was speaking to ostensibly take their leave, for which I am supremely grateful.

  “Actually, I am enjoying myself, husband,” she retorts with a grin, playfully bumping me with her hip.

  “I’m glad. This is your special day, after all.”

  “Mmm,” she hums, looking up at me, “it’s our special day.”

  I chuckle and nod, tracing my finger along her jaw before I pull her in for a kiss, sighing as I break from it.

  “You know,” she says slyly, feigning a yawn, “I think I’m actually getting a bit tired. What do you say we leave the party and find some place quieter? And,” she adds quietly as she brushes her hand across my crotch, “a bit more private.”

  God, I love this woman. Not only is she drop dead gorgeous, but she’s got a mind as filthy as mine.

  I grin at her and snicker, nodding. “You don’t have to ask me twice. Follow me.”

  She takes my hand, and I lead her out of the orchard and into the castle, making sure that we’re not followed or stopped by anyone as we go.

  I’ve got one thing on my mind right now: getting Ash out of that dress. And I’m not going to let anyone stop me.

  We make our way upstairs, and I lead her down the hall to where my chambers are, and I give her a wink as I throw the door open ceremoniously.

  The room is dimly lit with candles, and there’s a bottle of champagne in the ice bucket and a fire going in the fireplace—the perfect honeymoon setting.

  I’d gotten one of the handmaids to set up the room for me before I went to the wedding, in preparation for me and Ash afterwards.

  Was it cocky? Sure. But it was clearly the right choice.

  Ash’s eyes dart around the room as she takes it all in, and I shut the door behind us, my hand at the small of her back as I lead her inside.

  She turns to me and smiles, cocking an eyebrow.

  “So, you had this all done before you even came to the wedding,” she teases. “What if I had said no? Then what?”

  “Well,” I say with a chuckle, “then I’d be having a very romantic evening for one, I guess. Nothing wrong with a little bit of self-love.”

  She bursts into a fit of giggles and cranes her neck upwards to kiss me, wrapping her arms around my neck. She presses her body against mine, and it still doesn’t feel like she’s close enough. I need more.

  The kiss starts out innocently enough—well, as innocent as it can get with the two of us—and it’s all soft sighs and sensual touches. Before long, though, it goes from being soft and sensual to being hungry and passionate, both of our hands everywhere all at once.

  My hands find their way into her hair, and I groan into her mouth when I feel her hand stroke my already hard cock through my pants.

  “You know,” she purrs as she breaks from our kiss, looking up at me through hooded eyes, “we’re married now.” She pauses and smirks, licking her lips as she kneels down in front of me and giggles. “Which means you can fuck me anywhere you want.”

  I sigh and groan, nodding and biting my lip as I gaze down at her with a smile, completely blown away at how this has all transpired.

  I’m so glad I married this woman. I don’t think I could find another like her.

  She’s got that devilish look in her eye, and she grins as she slowly pulls my shirt free, placing a wet, open-mouthed kiss along my abdomen, sending a shiver up my spine.

  “Come up here,” I urge, cupping her face and pulling her back up to standing. “I need you.”

  She whimpers and stands, her hands going around my neck again as mine slide down her hips to cup her arse, lifting her up.

  She giggles and wraps her thighs around my waist as I twirl her around and march her over to the bed, all the while kissing her.

  “Oh,” she murmurs into my lips between kisses, “are we going to finally fuck in a bed?”

  I chuckled into our kiss and nod, one of my hands finding its way to her and tugging gently, exposing her neck to me.

  She sighs softly as my lips leave a trail of kisses on her jawline before finally settling into her neck and sucking her pulse point, a moan spilling from her lips.

  “I figured it was about time,” I say, sighing and stepping backwards to the bed and sitting so she’s straddling my lap.

  Ash rolls her hips into mine, and I growl, tugging her dress down and groaning when her tits bounce free. Then, I lean forward and take a nipple into my mouth.

  She gasps and sighs as I suck, my other hand reaching under her dress and sliding into her panties, chuckling when I feel them soaking.

  “So wet already?” I tease, sliding a finger in. “Somebody’s needy, aren’t they?”

  She nods and whines, rocking back and forth on my hand as I kiss her. I can tell she’s close because her breathing is erratic and shuddering, and her grip on me becomes tighter, almost desperate.

  “Fuck, Drew,” she gasps against my skin. “I’m going to come.”

  I speed up my rhythm and slide another finger in, angling my hand so my palm hits her just right, and I urge her on, whispering into her ear.

  She comes undone and bites down on my shoulder, moaning against my skin as I feel her walls clamp down around my fingers, pulsing and shuddering.

  She clings to me and mumbles against my skin, kissing my neck as her hands travel down to my belt again, undoing it.

  “Please,” she begs, her voice barely above a whisper in my ear, “I need you to fuck me, please.”

  Her words cause fire to rip through my core, and I groan, helping her undo the buckle to my belt and sliding my trousers down over my hips.

  Then, she looks at me and smirks as she slides down onto her knees in front of me, pulling my pants the rest of the way down my legs.

  She takes my hard cock in her hand and licks the tip, looking at me as she swirls her tongue around it.

  I look down at her, and it’s all I can do to hold her stare as she does, and I groan, speaking through gritted teeth.

  “I thought you wanted me to fuck you, Princess?”

  “I just want a taste first,” she purrs, looking up at me, “and it’s Queen now, not Princess.”

  Cheeky little thing.

  She sucks the tip of my cock, and I drop my head back with a groan, rocking my hips and driving my cock slowly in and out of her mouth.

  Fuck, if she keeps going like this, I’m not going to last much longer.

  I slip my hand into her hair and urge her upwards, and she crawls up my body, leaving a trail of wet kisses.

  I pull her lips to mine, and she gets on top of me with one swift motion, sitting in my lap as I slide my cock inside of her slowly.

  She gasps as I enter her—fuck, she’s so tight—and I stop, holding her just above me, but she shakes her head and sinks down in one smooth drop.

  I growl and grip her hips as she does, the sudden
change in sensation nearly tipping me over the edge. My knuckles are gripping her hips and holding her in place, not wanting to push her too far.

  “Fuck,” she gasps, “I love you.”

  I chuckle and kiss her, my voice breathy and low. “Do you love me, or do you love my cock?”

  She whines and kisses me again, slowly rocking in my lap. “I’m serious, Drew, I fucking love you.”

  I smile against her lips and pick up the pace, my hand on her back while the other supports me from behind.

  “I fucking love you, too, Ash.”

  I can tell she’s close again, those familiar whines and gasps getting more and more erratic, her grip on me near painful.

  With one more thrust, she comes again with a moan, and I hold her to me, rocking with her and riding out the wave of pleasure.

  She goes limp in my lap, and I chuckle, pulling her face to mine as I whisper in her ear.

  “I’m not done with you yet, my queen.”

  Chapter 20

  Ash

  The orchard and the stable had their charms, but being with Drew in a real bedroom is something else.

  Lying beside him, completely naked and a few feet away, I drink in as much of his body as I can.

  As if this is unreal, as if it could disappear at any moment. I’m still giddy with joy and amazed at it all.

  And I don’t think I’ve ever had the time to get a proper, long look at his body before… I’ve always been too excited.

  But I drink him in now. And I like what I see. I love his thick, strong legs.

  His well-trimmed beard that leads down to his muscular shoulders.

  I love his strong, hairy chest, and the little line of hair that leads down to that throbbing cock.

  Drew is getting a good, long look at me too, now that I’ve detached myself from his cock.

  His eyes run from my hips up to my breasts, settling on my mouth. I can tell he’s just as hungry for more of my body as I am for his. I mean, his twitching cock is a bit of a giveaway.

  I want to tease him though; he’s teased me so much the past few days.

  I sit up, moving my face over his, as if to kiss him, but instead I just flutter my lips over his. I run my lips millimeters from his cheekbones, his eyelids, his jawline, before settling on his earlobe and biting gently.

  He moans softly, and I can feel his body wriggling. He puts his arms around me and tries to pull me on top of him.

  Not so fast your highness. I’m just getting started.

  I stay beside him, moving my mouth from his earlobe slowly down his neck, licking, kissing, and biting.

  Judging from the sounds he’s making, he likes having his neck kissed. He likes having his neck kissed a lot. And I like feeling those veins and muscles throb as he gets more and more desperate under my hands.

  Soon, I make my way down to his chest, kissing and running my mouth down on it. Meanwhile, my hand is playing with his snail trail. Snaking up and down that little patch of skin.

  He likes that, I can tell from the way he shudders.

  “Ash, please,” he begs.

  I want him too; I’m not even touching his cock, and I can feel how hot and huge it’s become, even after it just having been inside me.

  But I’m very much enjoying taking my time, especially after all my recent begging. And it’s satisfying, knowing that Drew is mine, and I am his. That I can take my time.

  To show him this, I put my ring finger in his mouth, and he starts to gently run his tongue over it.

  Instantly, I go from turned on to dripping wet once more.

  Hearing my moaning, Drew snatches his moment, flipping me over.

  Now, I’m on my back, and he’s on all-fours over me. He mirrors what I was doing to him moments earlier, kissing along my chin, and down my neck.

  He stops for a second to look in my eyes.

  “You have a beautiful neck,” he murmurs as he grazes his lips over it.

  In return, I run a hand through his hair to pull his lips to mine, kissing him hard and fiercely.

  He starts to run his hands over my belly, and then slides them onto my breasts. As he plays with my nipples, I can hear myself starting to pant.

  I look up at those eyes, and they’re smiling with love and mischief. He’s enjoying taking his time too.

  Good. We have all the time in the world. This time, I’m not gonna beg.

  Instead, I run my hands down his sweaty chest, and onto his cock, stroking his balls gently, while he breathes heavily down my neck.

  “Are you sure you’ve never done this before? You’re really, very good,” he moans.

  “I had a good teacher.”

  I start gently stroking up his cock, and he loses focus on my breasts. He’s breathing almost as heavily as I am now.

  He lowers himself over me, taking his cock in-hand. I think he’s finally going to slip into me again, and I tilt my hips up.

  I want to be all his. I want to feel him fill me up.

  But instead, he rubs his cock around my clit, sending shivers through me. He keeps rubbing there, and then along my wet opening.

  I can feel him getting harder and harder, which doesn’t seem humanly possible.

  I try to tilt up, to pull him into me, but he moves back. I groan in desire and frustration.

  He puts his head near my ear again, licking up my neck before asking me, “Do you want me?”

  “Drew, I’ve wanted you ever since I first laid eyes on you, even if I thought you were a blacksmith.”

  He laughs at that as he finally slips into me. It’s slow at first, because he can be, and nobody will bother us.

  The way he fills me up feels so good.

  And then he is all the way in, and we both sigh with pleasure.

  He starts to slowly rock back-and-forth, and I can hear us both moaning in-time to his movements.

  He starts to get faster and deeper. Kissing my mouth and my face, and I can feel my whole body, shuddering under him.

  Moaning each time, he pushes hard into me. I’m losing all focus completely, totally overwhelmed by the sensations.

  I’m tightening around him and moaning his name.

  Then, when I’m barely able to hold it in any longer, he stops and flips me over. I’m sitting on top of him now, and he smiles, running one hand up my front, and the other up my back.

  “I can touch you more this way,” he growls.

  I like that.

  I moan, and he begins to push into me again. Even deeper this time. His fingers are running across the back of my neck, and across my nipples.

  And he is deep, deep inside me. He shifts position a little, lifting himself on one arm and placing my breast in his mouth. At the warm feel of his tongue on my nipples, I can’t hold it in any longer.

  I shudder and moan, as I feel him finishing at the same time, thrusting deep inside me, and then falling back, satiated. I fold too, putting my head on his chest, and feel his heartbeat start to slow.

  After all this sneaking around, it’s wonderful to have the chance to really bask in the post-sex glow.

  Drew seems to feel the same way too. His eyes are half-closed, like a satisfied cat. He’s smiling to himself, stroking his hand up and down my back.

  Wind and light flutter through the windows, making the curtains dance and tracing patterns over the floor, over both of us. He kisses my hair, then lifts my hands and kisses all ten fingers. Slowly, languorously.

  My hands look so small in his, but they feel exactly right.

  I can feel all the stress and tension from the past few days falling away. My body feels lighter—calm and satisfied.

  I turn to Drew.

  “Is this what it feels like to be truly happy?”

  He smiles down at me, tucking a curl of hair behind my ear, before letting his hand rest on my face.

  “I really think so,” he says.

  When he kisses me again, the longing of the past few days is gone. It’s replaced by something calmer, more assured,
and deeper. The kiss lingers for a long, deep moment.

  I can feel something stirring in me.

  Thank goodness we have all the time in the world.

  Chapter 21

  Drew

  The days are bustling and busier now.

  Peaceful, prosperous, but very busy. With three nations to look over, Ash and I find our days completely full.

  And yet, there’s still time. There’s still time before the morning tea and breakfast to inhale her body. Her softness and smoothness and also her wicked hunger.

  For someone so polite, Ash is insatiable, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  So, in the early morning, there’s still time to indulge in each other as the smells of spring come flooding through the open windows. There’s time to indulge in each other as the sun rises over the orchards, the rolling hills, and the sea. The sea, with those two landmasses like dark smudges in the distance. Those smudges: two of the three islands we rule together.

  Unsurprisingly, Aisling has proven to be a master at both diplomacy and logistics. She understands farming, and she understands economics. Actually, she understands everything that you explain to her.

  So I walked her through the orchards and—after a tryst or two for old-time’s sake—explained to her how fruit farming works. The planting, the growing, the frosts and the harvests. And I walked her through the corn fields, and the fields of grass.

  I taught her about plowing—about the dairy and the pigs. And then we sat down together, and she explained to me how we could completely rebuild the economies of the islands from the ground up. She floors me, that woman.

  The people from Fergus’s island love her. In a way, they still ended up with the queen they were expecting…just not through an expected route. And she’s perpetually being pulled over there to help with the plans for harvest and planting seasons.

  Befriending majors and dukes and telling them how to best run their little patches of earth. Visiting schools and asking what they need.

  But for these few months I get her all to myself. We’ve agreed that she’ll travel less for now, and I am very, very happy with that arrangement.