Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne

Chapter 89 Is this what you want 

had so much built up anger for him, it all released whenever they kissed. Would it be so bad to indulge and allow  herself a taste of forbidden fruit? She didn‘t have to attach herself to him like the rest did, she could do this for herself. What was she thinking? She couldn‘t… not with him! He would think he owned her, he would treat her as yet another conquest and it would mean nothing to him. Some things were sacred, but why couldn‘t she stop thinking about his hands on her body and discovering areas she had yet to explore herself? “Doris?” A deep voice shattered her thoughts. Doris turned to see William standing by her door. His hair was purposely messy and his clothes were so... normal. He wore a red and black flannel with dark pants and a shabby coat on top. She almost didn‘t recognize him, but she would know those blue eyes anywhere. He didn‘t look like a prince at all, but he was just as handsome as always. The dark stubble on his jaw had grown out the past few days. She imagined what it would feel like to have it on her skin–then quickly wiped away those thoughts. “You look great.” Doris said with a small smile. His eyes raked her frame and she suddenly wished she had all of her oversized sweaters back so she had something to hide under. Once they left the camp, she knew she would throw one on again. There was no point to change her style anyway when she wasn‘t the one they were looking for. All she was was a useless maid in their eyes. He said nothing to her compliment as he slid off his jacket. “We won‘t leave until after dinner when it‘s the darkest. Enzo said it would be best so no one looks too closely.” “Okay.” Doris nervously picked at her nails as he walked closer to her. He reached out to still her nervous hands. “I‘ve been thinking about a lot of things.” “As usual.” He said, the side of his mouth lifted slightly. Her blood pulsed loudly beneath his touch. Doris sighed and laughed a little. “I just–| was thinking about you and—“ “Don‘t do a thing like that.” He whispered. His eyes flickered to her mouth and she tried to force out all the dirty thoughts from her mind. “You‘ll only complicate it.“. “I thought you hated me.” Doris said as she looked down at their hands. She could feel his warm breath on her forehead. “I should hate you, shouldn‘t l?” “Do you?” Doris swallowed and shook her head no.

as he watched her. She bit her lip and for once allowed her eyes to take in the sight of him. She knew he was fit, but she didn‘t realize how perfectly sculpted he was. He had just the right amount of muscles, she trailed her fingers across his skin slowly just to feel them. His arms caged her in against the bed. “...can you go first?” Doris whispered. He looked confused for a moment until he caught her staring at his pants. She didn‘t want to be the first one completely naked, she didn‘t think she could handle that. He reached down to grab her hands and place them on the hem of his pants. Her fingers shook a little as she unbuttoned them and he slid them off along with his undergarments. She swallowed her gasp when she saw the length of him. It was the first time she had ever seen a man so...bare. She didn‘t realize he was that… big. Would it hurt? No one had ever told her much about sex or what to expect, she‘d only ever read about it in books. His large hand stroked himself. Doris squirmed beneath him when she heard his deep and throaty moan. He took her hand and let her hand feel him. The instant she touched him, he groaned loud enough to make her want to clench her thighs from how much her arousal pooled between her legs. Her hand hesitantly stroked him as she saw him do. He gripped the end of her sweater and pulled it off over her head without a second thought. He helped her wiggle out of her tight pants and soon she laid beneath him almost completely bare. She was surprised her undergarments didn‘t burn off from how heated his gaze was. His fingers toyed with the hem of her panties and she knew he was holding himself back from shredding them