The Reluctant Wife: A Bodyguard – Princess Marriage of Convenience Romance (The Davenports Book 4)

She throws her head back and cries out, ‘Ryot!’ And I’m sure everyone in the palace heard her. And fuck, if that doesn’t make me feel a hundred feet tall.

This is my wife. My life. And she’s on the verge of coming. Only I can draw this response from her. Only me. She’s mine. A raw intensity surges through me. I lick up between her pussy lips and curl my tongue around her clit, and when she moans loudly and pants, and her entire body seizes up, I know she’s close. I reach down, wrap my fingers around my dick, and begin to jerk off. Every time I thrust my tongue inside her sopping wet channel, she thrashes her head to the side. She grips my hair and tugs, almost pulling the strands from the roots. The sensations sizzle down my spine, and my cock grows impossibly hard. I curl my tongue around her clit, and when I bite down, her entire body jolts.

My balls draw up in response. That’s when I rise to my feet and with jerky movements squeeze the length of my shaft over and over again. ‘Open your eyes,’ I snap.

Her eyelids are heavy with desire. She parts her lips, and I slip my cock in between them. ‘I’m going to come in your mouth, and you’re going to take every drop, understand?’

My Empress nods. I slide my fingers into her hair to hold her head in place, then with a final twist and a tug, I pour my climax down her throat. I seem to come and come, and she closes her mouth around me and swallows. Her blue eyes are feverish with carnal need, and she sucks down almost every drop.

Some of the liquid escapes from the corner of her mouth. I pull out and, scooping up my cum, slide my digit in between her lips. She sucks on it, and my cock twitches. And I just came.

‘You’re so beautiful. I can’t get enough of you. I’ll never have enough of you.’ I sit down and pull her into my lap. She curls into me, her fingers pressed into my chest. Her breathing choppy. ‘I’m still horny.’ Her voice is uneven.

I chuckle. ‘Just a few more hours, baby.’

‘But you came,’ she whines.

‘Only so I can keep going when I make love to you.’

She considers what I’m saying, then scoffs. ‘You expect me to believe that?’

I notch my finger under her chin and tilt up her head. ‘I expect you to do what I say. I expect you to believe that I know how to wring every last drop of pleasure from your body.’

‘I do. And I’m afraid you know how to do that too well. I worry that when you finally let me come, it’s going to be so good, I’m going to be addicted to you.’

‘I’m already addicted to you, baby.’ I kiss her brow.

She frowns and opens her mouth when Tyler’s voice calls from the entrance to the balcony.

‘Ryot? Duchess? There are people looking for you.’

“Be right there!” I yell in his direction, then press my forehead to hers and groan. ‘Remind me why we’re doing this again?’

‘So, your investment and my country will benefit?’ she says in a droll voice.

I lift her to her feet. Then, pressing a last kiss to her weeping pussy, I smooth her gown down.

‘I don’t have another set of panties.’

‘Good.’ I place my hands on her hips. ‘Each step you take, you’ll feel the imprint of my mouth on you and remember who you belong to.’

She gapes. ‘You’re an⁠—’

‘Animal?’ I nod. ‘Only when it comes to you.’

‘But I’m so wet, and so turned on,” she gripes.

‘You know how good it was when I made you come?”

She jerks her chin.

“Now, take that and multiply the effect by a hundred. That’s how good it’s going to be when I let you come again. I want it to feel incredible for you, baby.”

“You’re enjoying seeing me so needy,” she accuses me.

‘I like being in control. I like knowing I have so much power over your body, that you won’t come until I let you.”

“I want to be angry with you, but”—she shakes her head—“a part of me loves it when you order me around. And the fact that you haven’t let me come yet is weirdly arousing.” She knits her eyebrows, looking so very dissatisfied, and so very cute, I can’t stop myself from chuckling.

‘It’s not funny.’ She slaps at my chest.

‘It’s not, but I promise, it’s going to be worth it.’ I tuck myself into my pants and rise to my feet. Then, pulling out my phone and switching to the camera app, I hold it up so she can see her face in it.

‘Thanks.’ She cleans up the sides of her lips and the corners of her eyes, then pats her hair down. ‘How do I look?’

‘Like a gorgeous, sexy, confident Empress.’

She laughs. ‘You have a way with words, husband.’noveldrama

A hot sensation squeezes my chest, and I take her hand in mine. ‘And it is my greatest privilege to be your partner. Never forget that.’ She looks like she’s going to kiss me again, but I place a finger on her lips. ‘Come on, let’s do this.’

Our wedding reception includes a speech from the king, and another from Arthur. Halfway through the sit-down dinner, which seems to go on forever, and during which my wife seems to grow more and more tired, I make the decision to leave.

When I rise, pull my wife to her feet, and bid everyone at our table goodbye, no one bats an eyelid. After changing into travel clothes, we leave within the protective cordon of the security team.

‘I can barely keep my eyes open.’ She yawns.

I lead her toward the limousine waiting for us. I don’t want to go anywhere else. I’d prefer to keep her in the suite where she’ll be safe, but I don’t want to deprive her of her honeymoon.

Besides, we’ll be safe on the island an hour’s boat ride from Verenza. It’s private—owned by the Davenports—and we’ll be alone. The island is also equipped with CCTV and thermal cameras around the perimeter, which are monitored by the off-island security team.

I’ve also deployed anti-drone technology that will jam signals, prevent footage from being captured, and disable any electronic foreign object that comes within miles of the perimeter of the island.

The measures are stringent enough to satisfy even me.

Our bags are packed and already in the car. Once we’re inside, I pull her close, and by the time we reach the marina to board the yacht which will take us to the island, she’s asleep. I carry her onto the boat and sit down in the cabin with her in my lap. I hold my precious burden close all the way to the island. When we arrive, I carry her out onto the jetty, then into the golf cart.

I hold her in my lap while Tyler drives us to the two-story house set back from the beach.

It’s almost two a.m. by the time I carry her up the stairs and place her in our bed.

I remove her stilettos. Then, because I don’t want to wake her up, I leave the dress she changed into before we left the palace. Finally, I cover her up with a duvet. She doesn’t stir.

The dark circles under her eyes tell me she’s wiped out.

I slip back out to talk to Tyler. He’s already placed our bags inside the house and is waiting by the doorway.

I step out and shake his hand. ‘Thanks, bro.’

‘Anytime,’ he says in a gruff voice.

Then, because I’m overcome by brotherly love for this man, thanks to whom I am able to steal a few days away with my bride, I hug him. ‘I’m not sure how I can thank you.’

‘By getting some downtime and letting me and the rest of the team do the heavy lifting for a few days.’

I squeeze the back of his neck. ‘I owe you. A lot.’

‘Oh, I’ll collect on it.’ He smirks. Then his features grow serious. ‘We’ll find this person who poses a risk to the Duchess. We’re close; I can feel it.’

‘Are you sure you and Quentin want to be on guard duty personally?’

Both volunteered to lead teams who’d be on unmarked boats patrolling the waters around the island. He looks at me like I’m crazy. ‘Are you kidding? Of course, we want to be on guard personally. The wedding has been so high profile that you two are top of mind, even for those who might not have thought about you as a target. So yes, we’ll be on the boats. We’ll maintain distance, so we can give you guys your privacy while keeping an eye on any approaching vessels or unauthorized drones.’ He claps my shoulder. ‘Not even a fly can get in or out of the island without us being alerted.’

Some of the tension bleeds out of my muscles. I hold out my hand. ‘Thanks, man.’

‘You bet.’ He squeezes my palm, then nods toward the house. ‘Best get some rest. You look beat.’ He steps back. ‘We’ll be back in three days to pick you up. If you need anything⁠—’

‘I’ll call.’ I jerk my chin.

He turns the golf cart around and drives off into the night. Tyler was the best of us in the Marines. But he left it all behind to look after his daughter. It’s been an adjustment for him to become a single father, but there hasn’t been a word of complaint from him. If anyone deserves to find happiness, it’s him.

And me? Am I happy?

I look inside and realize I feel calmer than I have in years. Being with her feels right. It feels like I’ve spent my entire life searching for her, and now that I have her, I’ll do everything to keep her safe.

I owe it to her to give her the most incredible honeymoon. The kind that will surpass all of her expectations. The kind that will satisfy her in every way and give her memories she’ll never be able to beat with another man. I lower my hands to my sides and stare into the darkness. Another man. I’ll never be able to see her with another man. Not when I’m the only one who can take care of her. No one else can protect her like I can. No one else can love her the way I do. Love? I stiffen.

When did that happen? Was it when I saw her walking down the aisle? Or when I slipped the ring on her finger? Or when I swore to love and protect her for the rest of my life? Or when I felt her come around my cock and realized nothing was as satisfying or as gratifying as pleasuring my wife. And it feels so completely different from what I had with Jane.

It feels so much more real with Aura. So much more earthy, and dirty, and fierce, and heartfelt. Every time I kiss her, my soul hitches. Every time I touch her, my body recognizes her. Every time I kiss her, my heart insists, she’s mine. Only mine.

Footsteps sound and I turn to find my wife approaching. “I missed you,” she says a voice husky with sleep.

A sensation unlike anything I’ve ever felt before—something so filling, so all-pervasive, so gratifying, something so caring it melts my heart, yet so tinged with lust, it turns my cock to stone—envelops me.

I bend and sweep her up in my arms. “You should be in bed.”