Twelve: Prince Aiden

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Twelve: Prince Aiden                           “What are ye doin’, Lucy?”  I asked.              She looked bashfully at me. “I was trying to save the both of us from mistakes. I know that you don’t want me. I also know that the King has to be able to approve of me for you to marry me. So, I was trying to do whatever it took in order to make it so that your father didn’t approve of me.”              “Lucy, there’s nothin’ that you could do that would make me not want you. Ever. Do you understand?”              Lucy crossed her arms over her chest. “Really? Because I almost kissed Cronan Spires tonight.”             “You what?”              She smirked that damn Irene Adler smirk she so often wore that always drove me crazy and usually meant trouble. “I didn’t. But I was going to because I knew that was the one thing that would make you hate me.”         “It wouldn’t make me hate you,” I said, “it would make me want to kill him, as well as any other man that touches or looks at ye. You don’t seem to understand how much I’ve wanted or longed for you. So, let me show you.”           Lucy had never seen me shirtless. I was always wearing suits, and Lucy wasn’t the kind to look at pap pictures of me. She didn’t know about the tattoo that I’d had on my body since I turned eighteen. The one that represented her. As I lifted off the grey t-shirt I was wearing, Lucy let out a gasp as she saw the inked image.           A tiny lark, on the right side of my chest, sitting on a crown, with a heart in the center of it. Lucy reached out, gently stroking the image. “When did you get this done?” she asked.            “On my eighteenth birthday,” I confessed, “it was a promise to myself that one day, however long it took, I would have you. I wanted you in my bloodstream. This was the closest that I could get.”             She looked up at me, wonder in her innocent eyes. There was a slight flush to her cheeks. “That’s permanent.”               “I know,” I said, “because, you’re permanent.”                She stroked it again. It was the most intimate we’d ever been with one another. Her stroking my chest. I stiffened. “Lucy, you’ve got to stop that.”               She blushed. “I’m sorry. Did I do something wrong?”               “No,” I grunted, “you’re doing everythin’ right. That’s part of the problem.”                “Oh,” she bit down on her bottom lip. “I’m sorry.”                 “Don’t apologize,” I said. “But I would stop if you want your honor intact, because if you keep on touching me, it won’t be.”                   She locked eyes with me, her hand still on my bare chest. “What if…. what if I want you to ruin me?”                  My eyes narrowed. “Are you askin’ what I think your askin’?”                  She nodded.                  “Little Lark, my little bird, if we go forward with this, there’s no going back. Once I’m inside you, I’ll have claimed you. Eternally. Forever. Do you understand?”                  “I understand,” she said.                    I searched her eyes, looking for signs of hesitation. There were none. I picked her up by the inside of her thighs which she wrapped her small body around my waist. I kissed her like a man overcome by both madness and desire. She was everything I’d wanted, hoped, and dreamed for. I trailed kisses from her mouth, to her neck, to her collarbone. I lowered her down onto my bed. With my left hand, I palmed her left breast through her shirt. With my right, I gripped her other hand tightly above her head.                   I paused, briefly, and sit up to take off the grey sweatpants that I’d been wearing. I grabbed a condom from the nightstand. “I love you,” I said, “I always have, I always will.” She stared at me for a long moment. So long, I almost thought that she wasn’t going to say anything.                  “I love you too,” she said, “I’ve always loved you, Aiden. And I always will.”                    I smiled, reached down to cup her face, and kissed her again. When I pulled away, she glanced at the condom.                     “Do….do you want me to put it on you?” she asked.                      I chuckled. “No, Little Bird. If you touch me right now, I’ll turn into a volcano and then we’ll have to wait.  I’m savin’ all of that for you.” I tore the condom package open with my teeth, and then slid it onto my c**k.                  When I was done, I straddled her, and began peeling off her clothes piece by piece. Once she was naked, I took in her small, pale frame. I brushed back a strand of her brown hair, then said, “Now, I’m going to make you sing, Little Bird.”      
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