Everly Blossom is a princess, adopted into the Royal Family by the King and Queen of England. Everly doesn't remember much of her past all she knows now is tailored dresses, silverware and butlers.
She has dreamt of a life of fun, laughter and joy b...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I know that I've broken so, so many conditions in my contract but right now it is completely worth it. Going to bed with the presence of Everly's soft, untouched lips still on mine, spreads me with unexpected pleasure. Of course I'm being severely unprofessional but I want her, I can't stop thinking about her.
Those little moans. The way she fisted her hands into my hair. Fuck. I throw my head back to the pillow and turn for the thousandth time tonight.
She's so gentle, she's so delicate. And boy do I want so much more.
I got a taste of her tonight and I know for sure it's not going to be enough. I thought I could tell myself no, to keep in control, remember that she is off limits. But when she lent forward to kiss me, doubt crossed my mind for a flash of a second.
Then I remembered what I actually wanted. Fuck the contract, fuck the King, fuck this castle and the whole royal family.
Weeks of minimal flirting, I doubt she even realised that I was being a little cheeky with her but I know she enjoyed it. I couldn't deny the obvious connection between us anymore. And by the looks of things, neither could she.
Now I can't get her out of my goddamn mind so I can sleep for at least a few hours.
