Enjoying You

They were silent during the remaining of the parade. Gwen tried to maintain her smile and kept waving since they kept calling her.

Rainier couldn't help turning to her from time to time, feeling proud. She looked so right sitting beside him, waving at their citizens.

The carriage turned around the city square and then returned to the palace.

Gwen saw cars queuing behind the main entrance, carrying the 24 award winners for the state lunch.

"Go to the side entrance" Rainier ordered the coachman.

The coachman was surprised by the change of protocol but obliged.

The guards, who rode motorbikes around them during the parade, followed them.

Rainier unmounted the carriage. Gwen had to stand very carefully, afraid the high heels would betray her.

She stepped down with the folded metal steps of the carriage.

Why didn't we use it when we leave earlier, she wondered, as she lifted her dress enough to not trip.

His strong hands held her and she safely landed on the pavement.

They entered the side entrance as she tried to recall all the 24 profiles of the award winners. Doctor Hansen. Businessmen and businesswomen. An actor and an actress. A painter. More doctors. And some scientists.

"The guests are ready at the main reception hall, Sir."

Gwen was trying to match the names with the photos of the winners in her mind, intending to not embarrass herself.

"Distribute the champagne and snacks. I'll be there in 30 minutes. And before that, I don't want to be disturbed."

With that, Gwen felt his fingers circling on her wrist, and she was dragged into a sitting room.

"What--"

He kicked the door close, pushed her against the door, and ate her lips.

She pushed his chest as hard as she could, but he wouldn't budge. She hit him, yet he caught her hands and planted them on the door as well.

He pulled back to pull her and pushed her down a couch.

"Hey!!! You have a state lunch!!! They're all waiting for you!!!"

"Let them wait. But I can't wait for you" he replied, his hand slipping to hold her nape.

"How can you postpone a state lunch just for--" she stopped because she couldn't finish her words.

"Because if I don't kiss you now, I wouldn't be able to focus all day."

He turned her again and then bent down to crash his lips on her. Her hands were pushing him, so he held her closer, his tongue was swirling in her mouth, his hand was at the back of her head.

He cut the kiss to push her further onto the couch, climbing above her.

"You're being ridiculous! Go out there and meet your guests!!!"

"Gwen," he warned, "haven't you learned by now that letting me have my way is the fastest way?"

She frowned at that, yet knew he was right. He wouldn't accept a "no", and she wanted them to resume their schedule as soon as possible.

She held on to the back of the couch as he feasted on her lips, face, and neck.

Her mind couldn't believe what was happening. They just paraded in the city and they were supposed to meet high-profiled guests, but he was busy kissing her like a madman, hungrily and insistently.

Gwen fought hard to not make a single sound, as he licked around her neck. His tongue was too wicked to bear.

Her body started to betray her mind and heart. Despite everything, she felt her breathing get shorter.

This devil was touching her like he owned her, and although she wanted to resist him, when he sucked hard on a spot beneath her ear, she jolted and yelped.

For a second, he froze. His dark brown eyes pierced through her with aroused interest.

Of course, he wanted more of that reaction. All along, since the first night he brought her to his kingdom, Gwen was always stiff and tense beneath him, disgusted and furious with every touch.

It's the first time she showed a sign of arousal.

So he bent down and licked the same spot again. Gwen gasped although she didn't want to.

He pulled away once more and saw that her face was flushed.

He liked how she looked, as if she's ready to be ravished, although he knew the truth was the opposite.

"No! You have a state lunch! Stop this, now!"

Her voice was shaking, and they both knew it.

He only bent down, his lips returning to the sweet spot beneath her ear, and he kissed, licked and sucked mercilessly until she gripped the couch's headrest to the point that her nails turned white.

She struggled to breathe, her breasts were heaving up and down, shutting her eyes to not show him the raging feeling taking over her.

She opened her eyes because she felt him sitting beside her.

"Are you done?" she asked hopefully.

"Obviously not" he responded, holding her waist. "Sit on my lap."

"What?"

"State lunch, remember? If you want me to not lock myself up with you here, do what I told you."

Reluctantly, she got up, doubtfully putting one knee on the couch, then the other one. She's straddling him, and he put his hand behind her neck again, pulling her down to his lips.

He groaned as he pulled her to completely sit on him.

"I don't want to wait two more months for you, Gwen Hamilton."

Her mouth fell open as he ground upwards, holding her hips.

Despite all their clothes, she could feel him and his desperation.

She felt her cheeks burning, and her head was losing focus.

He lifted her up then pulled her back down. She had no choice but to hold on to his shoulders. He repeated the movement several times, slowly, until they both breathe harder.

Out of all the women in your kingdom, why did you come to my world and take me with you? Why me?

These thoughts were unsaid. She swallowed it, as he held her tight and kissed her again, his tongue plundering deep and possessively.

She gasped for air, and he caught her tongue, sucking it.

Although she desperately didn't want to react, she moaned at that.

Rainier stopped again, the single sound making him gulp.

He had tasted many other women before. But Gwen definitely tasted the sweetest. It's the first time he managed to make her lose enough of her defenses and make a single sound.

The sound awakened the lust he didn't know he could feel.

It's the sound that came from a woman who didn't want the touch but couldn't help to react.

It sounded amazing. And he nearly went mad imagining how she would sound if he moved inside her.

He never had to work to get a woman before.

Something broke within him a long time ago, making him unable to express himself to the person he loved the most.

The break of the kiss made her look down at him, and the look he gave turned her a little scared because of the intensity.

Gwen had never been touched by a man. Not really. She had always been too busy with growing up, the police academy, then her work as a criminal detective, to even think about men.

Rainier messed her inside out.

When they're like this, her instincts told her that actually, she's not the weak one. It's him who would really crumble if she refused to give in.

It's really just instinctive, but she was actually correct.

As Rainier reached for her cheek, his hand was shaking.

He kissed her ferociously, lips and tongue desperately drinking her, like he'd stop living if he stopped tasting her, his hands were pressing her body to his chest.

Without realizing it, it's the first time she let him do this without resisting. At first, she did it just so they could return to the state lunch. But without knowing, her body relaxed, and she learned to enjoy it.

Rainier realized the change, but she didn't.

They sat like that, kissing endlessly, glued to each other.

She pushed him away when she really needed air.

He let her lips go and she breathed in loudly.

It disturbed her, how his eyes would NEVER stop staring, watching every second of her movement like he needed to look at her to live.

She thought it's over, but he then flipped her down on the floor and returned to her lips, face and neck.

She either shut her eyes or opened them, looking at him with that lost look he's addicted to.

He liked the feel of her body flush against him, how the skin of her face, neck, arms, and hands were silky smooth beneath his touch.

He longed to run his hands over her naked flesh, but she kept resisting him. It's been a month, and he still hadn't really owned her.

This maddening chase was the best race in his life. He's so addicted to be with her. He felt a lot more energized after each kiss he stole from her. Just seeing her made him feel his exhaustion was healed.

He really couldn't, and wouldn't let go of her.

For this one moment in time, she's lying beneath him, and all the diamonds she's wearing were still on her. Her tiara, earrings, necklace, bracelet, and wedding ring, with the silk wedding dress bunching and crumpled between them.

Maybe queens should always wear their tiaras when they're kissing, he thought, because she looked fantastic.

Gwen looked at him and wondered what was he seeing on her face, what was he feeling. Why was he so addicted to this?

"Gwen... "

In that position, sprawled on the thick carpet, she was pressed with his weight, and he wouldn't stop kissing her.

When he's done kissing her, he flipped their position, making her the one lying above him.

For the next precious moment, she's quiet due to exhaustion. She had to rest on him, and he held her close.

When she could breathe properly again, she got up from him.

"Your state lunch" she reminded, sitting away from him.

He wanted to pull her back to have her draped all over him again, but didn't.

She smoothen down her dress and tried to tidy her hair

He got up and brushed his suit as well, then wiped her lipstick from his lips with his hand.

He looked at her, and saw she's walking dizzily to a jug of water and a row of crystal glasses.

He got up and led her to sit on a chair.

"You need to see your guests" she reprimanded, afraid he wanted another round of making out.

"I'll get it for you," he said, before going to the table and then returning with the glass of water.

She gulped it all quickly, feeling so parched.

Once her glass was empty,

"Stay here. Don't let anyone see you like this, except your stylists. "

She looked at herself in the mirror and wiped her smeared lipstick from her chin.

Her silk dress was all crumpled and her hair was messy.

"I need to shower."

"You're not getting out like this. Wait until Sally and the others are here."

She couldn't see what he's seeing. She's blushing and her lips were swollen. He wouldn't have her seen by anyone else like that, like she'd just been ravaged.

He called Sally.

"The queen is in the first sitting room near the east entrance. Bring her stylists and dress her in a new cocktail dress."

She was wearing her high heels when he next looked at her.

Wordlessly, he then left the sitting room.

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