Bab 17: Chapter 17 Royal lovenest.

She reminisced how he would tickle her until she said he was the best kisser not that she had any experiences to compare to. He would chase her around the woods until he caught her then she would fall on top of his rigid body, laughing hysterically, he would flip them over, he staring down at her without saying a word as he laid a soft kiss on her lips. As soft as a feather, so soft she felt herself melt all over, so soft her skin tingled, so soft her heart pummeled against her ribcage. In those moments they both knew what would happen next, the lust in their eyes. His eyes showed impeccable hunger for her as she gulped down a feeling of hysteria, she didn't know she was holding. Her breasts would go rigid at the thought, her nipples making themselves visible over her clothing. Prince Alexius would stand up to remove his whole attire leaving him bare and delicious in his undergarments not that Lucia minded, it only intimidated her. He had the body of a Greek God, strong and chiseled like his perfect jawline. He would give her a smirk that would make her whole body flutter and shiver at the same time. "It won't hurt like the first time." He kissed her assuring her, she was caught in trance. This was something she thought about before she went to sleep, she thought about him... how big he was... how good he felt. "I trust you." She replies as he captures her moist lips. Laying on his clothing was the least comfortable but he made her forget- forget they laid bare in the middle of the forest near the riverbank. Prince Alexius would pleasure her, pleasure her until she begged for him. Her hands wrapped around his neck, He would stare down at her admiring her beauty, her thighs wide open and ready for him ; he would always find his way in between her flower. Raw, ripe and wet for him. He found it hard not to burst two seconds into molding his girth into her small opening. His groans brought her pleasure, painful pleasure accommodating how big he was. She often wondered how she would be having something as big as a watermelon come out of her vagina when she couldn't handle Alexius hard shaft. The branches and leafs beneath his clothing where Lucia lay would make sounds as he in a soft motion went in and out of her. Her moans softly in tune with his groans. She was so tight, so tight that it gave him satisfaction of knowing he had been the only one to enter her heaven. Prince Alexius would nibble her earlobe, bite her softly on her neck marking her as his, he loved her breasts so much that he nibbled on them every given moment leaving them conspicuously to anyone that she has been claimed. The best moment always was watching him reach his high, his sapphire blue eyes would almost water from the intensity of pleasure, his breath all over the place but most of all the feeling of having him inside her sleek and raw. Watching him at his weakest point of not being able to control himself from pleasure. So bad if she asked for a million dollars he would say yes without a doubt. Reaching her high with him was always a highlight. Feeling her toes crinkle and the feeling the pit of her stomach withdrawn. It wasn't the way he smiled watching her or the way she gripped onto the roots of his blonde hair whenever he was inside of her core or the way her hard nipples were pressed against his skin feeling him in every way or the smirk he always had after those moments or how he always kissed the her temple and told her she was perfect before pulling out of her. She would always wince when he pulled it, he was quite gifted. It wasn't the way he would hurry to take the handkerchief in the pocket of his slacks just to clean her up, clean the mess they had both made. It was hard not to fall in love with him after these encounters, who could blame her. Maybe it was the way he buttoned her dress for her because she felt tired and worn out. The way she would slap his hand away whenever he wanted to touch her because he couldn't get enough of her and it was the same with her. She would hit him playfully for teasing how she walked; she would playfully blame him for making her sore then he would offer to lift her up in his arms. She often thought of course there was nothing special about what they did but it was because the Prince never did that with any other maiden. It was their moment, only theirs.