Page 29 of The Wrong Royal
Emilie moaned into my mouth, her soft body relaxing against mine. I took the opportunity to slide my hand up her silky dress. My hand found its way to the dampness between her legs. I ran my fingers through her folds, enjoying the heat that radiated from her. I wanted to be buried inside her so bad, but I held myself back. I wanted her to enjoy the feeling.
Emilie moaned against my lips. The sound only heightened my arousal. My fingers slid up and down her tight slit, her juices coating my fingers. I thrust my hips against her pelvis, aching to bury myself deep inside.
“I want you, Emilie,” I moaned in her ear.
“I want you too, baby.”
I slid my fingers up and down her slit a few more times before pushing them deep inside her. She gasped as I filled her.
Emilie moaned and thrust her hips against my hand. She wanted more. My body demanded release. I was desperate to be inside her tight sheath. I laid her on the bed and stared down at her breasts moving up and down as she took deep breaths.
She was mine.
I woke up to a pounding headache. My dreams were so vivid that I couldn’t tell where reality ended and fantasy began. My body was covered in a sheen of sweat and my dick was hard and aching.
14
EMILIE
The next morning, I was awoken by persistent knocking on my bedroom door. I groggily called out for the intruder to enter. Astrid practically bounced into the room.
“Emilie, you won’t believe what I heard!” Astrid exclaimed, her eyes shining with excitement.
I propped myself up on my elbows, still half-asleep and a lot frustrated about getting woken up. “Well, don’t keep me in suspense, Astrid. What’s the news?”
She leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper, as if sharing a precious secret. “I heard from one of the housekeepers that Theo almost got into a fight at the annual gentleman’s club event yesterday.”
I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at the notion of men behaving like children. “Honestly, Astrid, all men are beasts when it comes to their pride and egos. I can only imagine what happens at that club. I’m not surprised.”
She was still grinning like a fool. “He was defending your honor.”
“My honor?” I questioned. “My honor is just fine. I have no skeletons in my closet.”
“It wasn’t about your skeletons,” she said.
“What was it about?” I asked and then groaned. “Nora?”
“Some guy told Theo they should make a bet on how fast he can get you into bed.”
“What?” I gasped. “Really?”
She nodded solemnly. “Theo took serious offense to the comment.”
“What happened?”
“He nearly knocked the guy out but someone else intervened,” she said with a shake of her head. “Men.”
Theo’s response to such a disrespectful remark had been to defend my name and honor. He had stood up for me. What he had done was undeniably honorable, a stark contrast to the crude behavior of the man who had made the comment. It was a testament to Theo’s character, a quality that would not go unnoticed.
“Interesting,” I murmured.
“Isn’t it just the sweetest thing, Emilie? He defended your name and virtue without hesitation.” Astrid was acting like he slayed a dragon for me.
I nodded, a newfound appreciation for Theo blossoming within me. It was a small glimpse into Theo’s character, and it left me wondering if there was anything wrong with the guy. I never wanted to be a damsel or a woman that needed a man to fight her battles, but there was something very sexy about a man that would defend my honor.
“It was very kind,” I said.
“Your parents are waiting for you,” she said. “You missed breakfast.”