I nodded, and Isaac helped me up into the co-pilot’s seat. “There you go, Princess,” he said, and I wondered if he noticed the way my cheeks turned pink at that word. I couldn’t hear anyone say it now without thinking about our night, and when he said it, I felt like I’d burst apart at the seams.We
BiancaI woke to the feeling of strong arms around me and my back pressed against a warm, solid chest. For a moment, I was confused, my sleep-addled brain wondering what the hell had happened.And then it all came flooding back. Isaac. The wedding. The kisses. And everything that followed.My cheeks
“Come,” he commanded. “Come for your prince, Bianca.”And I did just that. My back arched off of the bed from the force of it, and when I went to cover my mouth with my hand, Isaac wrenched it away. My moans echoed through the room, bounced off the walls, the ceiling. I swore they even made the chan
BiancaIsaac picked me up, his mouth locked with mine, and carried me to the bed. He laid me down with the utmost care, then propped himself over me, pulling back just enough to drink me in with his eyes.“You’re beautiful, you know that, right?” he whispered. “Sometimes I don’t think you know it, B
I shifted in the tub, suddenly restless as the memory of his lips on mine sent a fresh wave of heat through my body before settling low in my belly. My thighs pressed together of their own accord, seeking relief from the growing pressure.Before I could think better of it, my hand slid down my stoma
BiancaI stared at Isaac’s outstretched hand, my mouth suddenly dry. The honeymoon suite. Of course. Every royal wedding ended with the happy couple retiring to their special suite, where they would consummate their marriage and solidify their union.Except our marriage wasn’t real.But as I placed