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 wake up earlier than Everly today. Due to my awful bodyclock I automatically wake up at five in the morning. But I don't mind because having Everly in my arms makes it all the better and I can't experience this if I'm asleep. I can't admire her gorgeous sleeping face, breathing in and out slowly.
The curve of my finger grazes her soft, plush cheek and I find myself smiling. She's this close to me, she's in my arms and I have to cherish these moments in case something tears my plan apart.
Imagining not seeing her, being with her makes my skin crawl in uncomfortable ways.
Everly's lips twitch as I continue to caress her cheek. Slowly she stirs from her sleep but I don't move my hand. Her eyes flutter open, at first she's hazy but as soon as she sees me she smiles. Brightly. Everything I need to see in the morning.
"Hi," she says quietly and shuffles herself into my embrace.
"Good morning, beautiful."
Her lips rest against the base of my neck and she chuckles, sending vibrations straight to my heart and then shamefully my cock. "Are you always a morning person?"
"I wouldn't call myself that," I wrap my arms around her. "I have matters to attend to unfortunately."
Everly's head pops away from my shoulder. "But not yet, right?"
