The Girl Prince and Her Princess by Q. Kelly

Author:Q. Kelly [Kelly, Q.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B0096WOS10
Publisher: Ride the Rainbow Books
Published: 2012-09-04T17:00:00+00:00

*****

Alexandre leaned against the door as Vexa got into bed. Confusion and chaos penetrated every inch of his body. So much energy, so much time and planning, had gone into the task of ensuring Vexa would never find out her so-called husband was of the female persuasion.

In the end, nothing.

Nothing.

“We will sleep, Alexandre,” Vexa said. “The day has been long.”

Alexandre studied her. Gone was her confidence. Now she was weary. Defeated. Disappointed.

A trickle of courage found Alexandre. He had been raised a boy. He was supposed to be a man. He had a job to do tonight. He felt for the dildo in his pants, his symbol of manhood. Magnatus would be expecting blood in the morning. If only Alexandre could wipe the past thirty minutes or so from his brain. If only he could pretend Vexa had no clue.

“Where do I sleep?” Alexandre asked. He loved Vexa’s eyes, a startling green. As green as the freshest, most vibrant grasses.

“Where would you like to sleep?” she replied.

He got the distinct feeling she was testing him. And he had better pass. “With you, my lady.” It was the truth.

Her lips tugged up. Only slightly, but enough. He’d passed.

“Come here then.” Vexa patted the spot next to her.

“I have a thing,” Alexandre said. “A dildo. I was told to slip inside you, pump for a minute or two, and draw back out. I must…I have no choice, Princess. I apologize. Your father certainly expects blood in the morning.”

Vexa shook her head. “I’ve no interest in a dildo piercing me.”

“Then how shall we take care of matters?”

“You could cut yourself,” Vexa pointed out. “On the leg, perhaps. Allow a few droplets to spill.”

“I could,” Alexandre said with a twinge of frustration. He had been looking forward to penetrating her. A little, anyway. All that practice with the cold, impersonal watermelons. His life had revolved around this woman. He wanted to feel himself on Vexa. He wanted to be with her. Kiss her. Surely she didn’t want that, though. Surely she didn’t want a girl kissing her. Vexa desired to read and write and to decide the course of her own future. Understandable. She had been pretending to Magnatus that she was in love with Alexandre.

“I will cut myself in the morning,” Alexandre decided.

“Fine,” Vexa acknowledged with a nod.

Alexandre left the candles flickering. He got into bed with Vexa, taking care not to touch a hair on her head. He composed himself on top of the covers. Vexa remained close, yet far. Strange stirrings whispered between Alexandre’s legs. Perhaps they were the stings of rejection. Alexandre didn’t want to cut his leg, damn it. He wanted Vexa.

A moment passed. Then two.

Alexandre replayed Vexa’s peck on his cheek after they were declared man and wife. He liked the kiss, the feel of her lips against his cheek. He wanted more. Maybe she did as well.

“My lady?” Alexandre ventured. Vexa did not wish to be penetrated, but perhaps she desired other things. Maybe she truly was in love with him.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.