His Queen by Carolyn Faulkner

Author:Carolyn Faulkner [Faulkner, Carolyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Blushing Books Publications
Published: 2021-08-01T18:30:00+00:00

Douglas couldn't believe that she was standing there in his arms, hugging him tightly and practically wrapping the rest of herself around him. He wasn't sure he could move with her arms and legs holding him where they were, so he put his hands beneath her butt and lifted her up, so her legs were around his waist, and walked them into her bedroom.

At least he knew right where it was now. This time was very different from the last. The edge had been taken off—somewhat—and he was determined to take his time with her. What followed was the most romantic encounter she'd ever had. Douglas had put her down in the bedroom but wouldn't allow her to move away or even undress herself.

When her hands went to the belt of her robe, he put his over hers and looked down into her eyes, whispering, "Let me serve you, princess."

She had to smile at that. He would make a horrible submissive, but just the idea that he wanted to do that for her was amazing, although she knew it was entirely in the spirit of a dominant wanting to take care of his submissive than any desire to be one himself.

He came to stand behind her, pulling her against him and nuzzling the sensitive nape of her neck before he began to run his fingers through her hair. "I love your hair long."

"William…" She stopped, figuring he really didn't want to hear much about his rival.

"William what?" he prompted, to her surprise.

"He asked me to grow it out. And since I was no longer going to be constantly photographed and my wardrobe and hair choices examined to within an inch of their lives, I agreed. It's not as long as it has been. At one point, it was down to my butt."

She heard his sharply indrawn breath. "I would pay a lot of money to see that, little girl." He really did like it. For long moments, Douglas seemed entranced with her hair, winding it around his arms, brushing his fingers down the length of it, and twisting it into a rope that could easily have become a bun. "Very beautiful."

"Stop," she whispered in embarrassment.

"No, you stop. You've always been beautiful."

Charlotte shrugged, eyes downcast. "I don't often feel that way."

His voice was sex itself, mesmerizing and tantalizing both her brain and her body with its rich, velvet sound. "Well, then, that is a tragedy of truly epic proportions. You should always have someone reminding you that you're the most beautiful woman in any room."

Still, she had to chuckle at that. When she was younger, perhaps, she tried to be like that. As a princess, how she looked and what she wore and her hairstyles and what she said and did were all fodder for everyone in the realm to critique. But now, she just wore comfortable things around the house, and she wasn't even sure that she could manage to function under the scrutiny that always befell the Royal Family.

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