The Throne Is Mine
“All I desire is a husband who can sit pretty on the throne beside me and keep his mouth shut while I rule. You don’t fit the criteria, Killian. I am not looking for a warrior.” “When the men at court point their swords at your neck princess, you’ll need a warrior by your side instead of a puppet. You won’t be able to get rid of me so easily Amelia. Not when I have made up my mind to have you.” “I am not something for you to simply have Killian.” “Aren’t you? The men out there seem to be putting a good price on your future. Become my wife and I will become your weapon. I will make sure this throne belongs to you.” … Fancy tiaras and dresses never interested Amelia Blackwell, current princess of the Backwell castle. It had always been the throne in the middle of the court that caught her eyes. The throne was the only thing she ever desired but the men in her life reminded her of how it would never belong to a princess. When talks of her marriage flood the castle and news that her father wishes to make her cousin Fraser Adams his heir, Amelia takes matters into her own hands. She sets off to find her own husband and plots to take the throne. Meeting the king of the north Killian Bune doesn’t make her life any easier. Along her way she finds love, betrayal, death, envy, and more as she tries to become queen. “I promise you, this throne will belong to me.” ... The cover was done by IG r.voh.k
Chapter 267
It took all her confidence to be able to fondle her own breast while moving her hips on her own to take in Killian's length. She would run and hide under her bed later since Killian would never let her forget this moment. She wouldn't be able to forget it herself, but right now, she couldn't think of being embarrassed.
There was something about commanding Killian to stay still while she touched herself and was the one bringing them to their release. Killian was clearly not fond of the fact he should not move. He always needed to reach out to touch her. To hold her sometimes without realising it. It comforted him for some reason.
His eyes never left her breasts since she had palmed them and started to feel them to her liking. It was much better when Killian did it with his rough hands, but the look as he held back was worth it.