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  erotic than removing clothes. Of course, the fact that I have a vibrator pressing against my clit and a butt plug in my ass might have something to do with the heat level here.

  We make our way out of the palace through the secret passageway, and Albie flicks on the vibrator in intervals, enough to keep me aroused but not send me hurtling over the edge. Walking with the plug inside me is the strangest sensation I’ve ever experienced, simultaneously uncomfortable and arousing.

  I move slowly and carefully, my steps measured. My entire body feels like it’s on high alert as Albie leads me quietly out of the house, across the immaculately manicured lawn, and towards the densely wooded land surrounding the estate.

  It’s dusk, but the canopy of trees in the woods makes it even darker than it was just a minute ago when we were on the lawn. “Okay, this is getting slightly creepy,” I say, only half-joking.

  “Only slightly?” he asks. “I’ll have to try harder.”

  We walk along a path that’s less manicured than the rest of the property, winding past the trees until we can’t see the main house any longer.

  “Are you going to tell me where we’re going now?” I ask. In response, he flicks on the vibrator, laughing when I grip his arm tightly, my fingernails digging into his skin. I pause in the middle of the trail, unmoving, as the vibration sends waves of pleasure through me.

  “We’re almost there,” he says.

  “You’re going to make me come,” I protest.

  “You’re not allowed to come yet, luv.” He stands close to me, pushing my hair back from my face. His lips hover millimeters away from mine, but when I arch my back up to meet them, he denies me, and puts a finger on my lips. “It’s right around the bend here.”

  We reach the place a few minutes later, and I stand there, wordlessly taking it in. Technically it's a tree house, although it’s not like any tree house I’ve ever seen before. It’s the size of a cottage, two-stories tall with a balcony on the upper level, built so that it rests between several trees twenty feet high. A wooden walkway with elaborately carved railings winds down from the doorway to the ground and curves around to meet the pathway. Two lanterns trim the opening of the walkway, casting a golden glow on the path.

  In a word, it’s magical.

  “What is this place?” I ask.

  “Come on.” He pulls me up the walkway that leads to the door, and I follow him, completely mesmerized by this little house in the trees. “My father had this built for Alex and I when we were kids.”

  “This was your tree house?" I ask, shaking my head in disbelief as I take it in. It’s just as breathtaking on the inside, rustic and wooden with huge windows that overlook the surrounding forest. And upstairs, there’s a loft bedroom with a ceiling made of glass panels – a window looking out to the sky.

  “It’s not a regular tree house, I know,” Albie says, shrugging. “When my father does something, he goes big. Alex never really liked it much out here. She was always too scared to come out in the woods. So this became my place. I’ve never brought anyone out here before.”

  I tear my gaze away from the star-dotted sky and turn to face him. “Why me?” I ask, my voice barely more than a whisper.

  No sooner do the words leave my mouth, than I’m filled with regret for asking them. Fear clutches at my chest. I’m afraid of what he might say. And more afraid to admit to myself what I’m starting to feel for him.

  Albie tilts my face up to his. But when he opens his mouth to speak, I stop him. “No,” I say, quickly. “Don’t answer that. Forget I asked.”

  “Because I want you, Belle,” he says, ferocity in his gaze as he brings his mouth to mine and kisses me until I’m breathless. “More than anything. I want to claim every inch of you.”

  Every inch of me.

  The entire walk here was foreplay.

  “I want you to have me,” I say.

  I mean every word.

  I want to give myself to him, completely and entirely.

  I pull his shirt over his head, my eyes lingering on his muscular chest and his perfectly defined abdomen. My fingers trail over his arms, across the tattoo of the royal family crest that covers his sculpted bicep.

  He’s a work of art. He’s absolutely fucking perfect.

  He watches me, his lids heavy, letting out a groan under his breath when I undo his belt and strip him of his pants. When I’m on my knees, he growls. “Why do I like it so much when you’re down on your knees?”

  I don’t answer. I run my hands over his muscular thighs, cupping his balls before wrapping my hand around his shaft and directing his cock toward my mouth. I’m practically salivating at the thought of having him in my mouth again. Running my tongue up the underside of his cock, I lick him, my tongue catching the tiniest drop of pre-cum that hangs from the tip of his head.

  He’s salty-sweet, and I can’t think of anything that tastes better.

  I wrap my lips around him, but only for a second before he’s pulling me to my feet, his voice gruff. “No,” he says. “That’s not what I want.”

  I don’t ask what he wants.

  I don’t have time to ask before he’s yanking my dress over my head. His mouth is on my neck, my breasts, my stomach, and then lower as he pulls the straps from the vibrator over my hips and tosses it to the side. Between my legs, my aching emptiness is distracting, my pussy throbbing as his warm breath wafts over me.

  Albie brings me to the bed, pausing for a moment to look at me. All of his muscles are tensed, coiled like a wild animal. For the first time I can see a feral undertone, a fierce quality that all of his breeding can’t quite cover up. “Spread your legs for me,” he says, running his hand along the length of his cock as he watches me.

  I spread my legs for him. I’m acutely aware of how wet I am for him, how completely and utterly needy.

  My weight against the bed pushes the plug into my ass, and I know that I’m relaxed and ready for him there too. I run my palm over my stomach, sliding my fingers between my legs to touch my swollen clit.

  “I need to taste you.” Albie speaks the words, laced with hunger, before putting his mouth between my legs to eat me greedily. This time, he doesn’t lick me slowly, exploring me with his tongue the way he’s done before. This time, he fucks me with his tongue, thrusting inside me as his hands grip my thighs and pull my hips up to meet his mouth.

  When his hands slide around my ass cheeks, he warns me to relax, removing the plug slowly as he focuses on my clit. But I’m so distracted by his tongue, so heady from the nearness of my orgasm, I hardly notice as he pulls the plug from me.

  Then it’s gone, and I’m only aware of emptiness. And I want to be filled up, more than anything else in the world right now. “I want you…there,” I whisper, unable to articulate the words.

  “You’re sure,” he says, the question in his voice.

  “I’m sure.”

  “Say it.” He doesn’t wait for me to say it, though. He reaches for a bottle of lubricant.

  “I want you to fuck me…there,” I say. “I want to feel your cock.”

  “You want me to claim your ass,” he says, turning me over. His hands travel over my rear, followed by his lips, as he kisses and caresses his way across my cheeks.

  “Yes.” I choke out the word. “I want you to claim me.”

  I’ve never wanted to be claimed by anyone before. I’ve never wanted to belong to anyone. The very idea is ridiculous. Antiquated.

  Except I want him to claim me.

  I’m asking him to claim me, to mark me as his own, to take me in every way possible.

  A pang of shame rushes through me, but it’s instantly obscured by the overwhelming feeling of lust for this man.

  “Spread your legs,” he orders, not waiting before reaching between them to slide his fingers into my slick pussy. “You’re so fucking wet. I love your wetness. I love your pussy.”

  “I’ve never…done this,” I whisper.

  “I know, Belle,” he says