Perfect Match: King’s Chosen by I. T. Lucas

Author:I. T. Lucas [Lucas, I. T.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Evening Star press, LLC.
Published: 2019-05-10T22:00:00+00:00

11

If his manhood weren't in such agony, Thorsten would have danced a victory dance.

Annabel was his.

God, he was so glad he'd followed his instincts and done everything he hadn't been supposed to. His gut must've known that an exceptional woman like Annabel required an extraordinary approach.

True, she wasn't so agreeable because she loved him, but because she craved what he could do to her. Still, it was infinitely preferable to her wanting him for his crown like all the others.

Love would come later. He would make sure of that.

The catch was that he needed to keep stringing her along and making her hunger for more. Which meant that he wouldn't be sinking his achy shaft into her soft wetness this time around.

Besides, he wanted Annabel to be a virgin on their wedding night.

Thorsten wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it.

He had a willing woman, and he was the one who was going to play hard to get so she would agree to marry him.

Absolutely, fucking, delightful.

He'd never expected a woman to marry him for his sexual prowess and not his crown. Hopefully, Annabel also liked him outside of the bedroom, at least a little. Good sex would make their marriage thrive, but more was needed to give it a solid foundation that would last for many years to come.

Which was another reason to take it slow. He needed to prove to her that he wasn’t the brutish, heartless ruler the malicious rumors were painting him as.

"Are you going to take your clothes off now?" Annabel purred like a satisfied kitten.

"Not yet."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm not done convincing you to marry me. I want to make sure that you are never going to change your mind. And if I take my pants off, this will be over before it has begun."

"How about your shirt?" She eyed his chest hungrily.

"I can do that." He pulled the shirttails out of his pants, unbuttoned a few of the top buttons, and pulled the shirt over his head.

With Annabel's eyes following every move, he couldn't help but show off with some pectoral flexing.

"You're magnificent." Her gaze was appreciative and lustful. "You are very muscular. For a prince. "

"Just for a prince?" he teased.

"Well, I saw the blacksmith working shirtless once, and his were bigger."

Thorsten growled. "I'll have to challenge the bastard to a duel."

She laughed. "No, you won't. When you see him, you'll understand.”

“Is he deformed?”

“No, but he is missing several teeth and has a face that scares children. He’s a sweetheart, though.”

Thorsten still wasn’t happy. “Give me a straight answer, woman. Do you fancy the blacksmith or not?”

“I fancy only you.” She smiled seductively. “Now come here and let me put my hands on you."

“That’s the right answer.”

Kicking off his boots, he pounced on top of her, the bed groaning and dipping from the added weight.

As Annabel spread her legs to cradle him between them, he had the dim impression that something wasn't right with that scenario. For a woman who'd never been with a man, she was far too comfortable with him in her bed.

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