I traveled worlds to be with you

Chapter 9

Yoongi laughed loudly, "Should I be offended that you called me annoying or happy that you think I'm perfection?"

She shrugged her shoulder, "Think what you want, Yoongi; all I know is you won't be able to keep me away if you keep me orgasming like that."

"Are you hungry?" She wasn't until he asked, but her stomach growled loudly, letting him know her answer. She blushed a bit and nodded her head. He got up and walked to the door, telling the man out there they wanted food. Fifteen minutes later, he was handed a tray full of food.

"Are you rich?" Emevol blurted out.

"Does it matter if I am or not?" She shook her head, "No, technically, my family is. We bought a lot of property with rare minerals, so we are doing well."

She waved her arms around his room, "Clearly, you are doing more than fine. But you should know that I'm poor, so this is all you get," she said as she motioned toward her body.

"I just want you; that's all I care about."

She smiled at him, "You say the sweetest things." Then, her stomach growled again.

"Come on, let's get you fed."

They sat on his couch facing each other and ate their fill, "Yoongi?" Emevol whispered without looking at him.

He pinched her chin and pulled her face to look at him, "what is it love?"

Em deeply breathed, "I need to see my parents."

He let go of her chin and sighed, "I know you do. I'm just worried about what they are going to do. They sent you to another world; I don't think they will roll out the red carpet for your miraculous return."

"I figured as much, but I still need to see them. I want to look them in the eyes and ask them if it was worth it."

"Then that's what we shall do, but first, we have to get you looking the part of a princess."

Em was slightly confused but realized she didn't want to show up in a dirty hoodie and jeans. "Fine, makeover movie montage it is." He laughed, but he knew she was right. 

They got in his car, and he took her to a nice store, better than the one they kicked the pretty woman out of. "I need her looking like a Princess. Can you do that in an hour?"

The woman snapped to attention, took her measurements, and then took her off to get cleaned up. She was washed in a spa-like area; they cleaned her body and hair. They waxed her and cut her hair. She did her makeup and hair, and then they brought in the fanciest underwear she had ever seen, a pretty white dress. 

It was simple but costly. It fell below her knees, and a tiny black belt was around the middle. It was form-fitting but not so tight that she couldn't breathe. They paired it with elegant black and silver jewelry and black peep-toe heels.

When she walked out to show Yoongi, he was speechless. He slowly clapped, "Perfect, you look perfect."

Emevol wasn't even paying attention to him; she was staring hard. He wore a light grey suit, white shirt, and black tie. His hair was parted and fixed. "Damn, son, damn."

He smirked at her, "Like what you see?"

She walked towards him and grabbed his tie, "so much so that I no longer want to go see my parents; I want to take you back home and have my wicked way with you."

He leaned into her space, "Oh, don't worry, Princess, you'll be underneath me as soon as we are done with your parents." Then he brought her hand up to his mouth, and he licked her soul mark. 

Emevol was wobbly on her feet due to the pleasure; he wrapped his arm around her waist and held her. Then he bit her slightly. She started to shake and whimpered with her head against his shoulder. "Will that hold you over?"

She blew out a breath, "no, that made it worse. Now I'm even more horny."

He laughed so hard that it made her smile. "Well, the good news is it's about a 30-minute drive to the palace. I only need one hand to drive." Emevol turned him around and started pushing him out of the store. "I need to pay. Give me a second."

"Fine, but I will be touching your mark forever." He smirked at her; he liked a challenge. So she grabbed his hand and peacefully walked to the register. Then, once he started to pay, she ran her nails across his mark. His entire body shook; he glared at her, so she ran her nails in little circles all over it. He flipped his hand around and pinched her mark. It took her biting her lower lip so she didn't cry out. "Truce, I'll be good."

Yoongi thanked the lovely lady and then dragged Emevol out of the store. While they were going to see her parents, she felt his hand sneaking under her dress. He made quick work of it, and soon, she was flooding his hand with her pleasure. He brought his fingers to his lips, "Nobody should taste this good."

"Stop it," she said as she blushed bright red. "How much longer until we are there?"

"About 20 more minutes. Are you nervous?"

Em hummed, "a little, but I'm excited too."

When they pulled up to the palace, Yoongi was automatically allowed in. He knew she was curious and answered, "Because of my family's money, they always want us around. Plus, we were the last Royal family, which helps, too."

It made sense; the Royal House would want people of affluence around them. He pulled in front of the most prominent doors Em had ever seen. Several guards were standing outside. Yoongi got out of his car and walked around to open her door. They stood before them, and Yoongi stood tall, "I have brought home the lost Princess."