The Prince That Got Away ( A Royal Romance Novel )

Once Upon A Dream

Emilia's POV:-

"For years I followed your writing career. I told myself that I had merely become a fan of yours. I didn't want to believe that I was infatuated with you. Despite my rocky relationship with Leyla I wanted to make things work with her. It was stupid but I used to think that if my relationship failed it meant that I was stupid enough to fall for the wrong person. Or it would mean that I am fickle and I can easily fall out of love with one person and move on to the next."He pulls me closer against his chest.

"My father had been a womanizer and while I tried to emulate him in most things that was one quality of his that I despised. My grandmother had a fairytale marriage with my grandfather. I think deep down inside I wanted that for myself too."

"So you came to that party just because you were a fan of my writing?" I ask him.

"No by that time I had realized that I was attracted to you." He says and then he kisses me.

It feels more intense than before. And I know it's because I have the knowledge that he loves me. As his tongue invades my mouth I think of all those times he's kissed me before and realize that there was always love in his every touch. I had been too blinded by my insecurities and memories from the past to believe that he had felt so deeply for me all this time.

Louis lifts me into his arms his mouth never leaving mine. I kiss him back with just as much passion. Somehow he manages to carry me to the bedroom, his powerful body not giving a hint of exhaustion. By some miracle, we don't run into any of the servants.

I am a little nervous as he deposits me onto the bed. I used to think about this a lot, especially about how I am going to get the confidence to do something so intimate. To let myself be so vulnerable around another human being. It only seemed possible with someone who loved me very much. Someone who I could trust with the ugliest parts of me.

I used to think finding someone like that would be impossible. Except it wasn't.

Louis takes off his clothes his eyes are trained on me like he can't believe I am here or he thinks I am going to disappear any second. And I realize that he's nervous too.

Because you mean so much to him that he doesn't want to disappoint you in any way. A voice whispers in my head and it gives me confidence.

I sit up to get a better look at him marveling at his body. He's muscular all over and I am a bit nervous when I see how well-endowed he is. I used to laugh at heroines in historical romances who would get scared of seeing their partners' huge size but the joke is on me.

Louis who has seen the expression on my face pads over to me. After giving me a lingering kiss he looks me seriously in the eyes.

" I promise I won't hurt you. The moment you tell me to stop I will." He says cupping my face in my hands.

"No, I want to do this," I tell him.

He starts to undress me and for a moment I feel overwhelmed by anxiety. He takes off my bra and I feel his gaze darken as it lingers on my breasts. There's not just lust in his gaze but also tenderness and I feel all that nervousness fade away. Especially when he trails kisses down my throat to my chest.

He wraps his lips around my nipples and sucks on them. If I had my first time with anyone else I would have been too embarrassed to feel any pleasure but that's not like that with him. He kneads both my breasts as he first suckles on one and then the other for I don't know how long.

I can feel the area between my legs growing slick and I am embarrassed that he would notice as he kisses down my stomach and finally pulls my panties off.