My whole body is humming, but my pussy is throbbing like crazy.

I want him.

I want him in the worst way. I think we had sex last night, but I don’t remember it. So in my mind, it’s been weeks and I’m so ready for him.

“Grace,” he says as he leans down to kiss my neck. “I want you right now. No one can see us through the thick foliage, but if you prefer, we can go inside. Go up to bed.”

“Are you kidding me? And miss out fucking you on the Vaughn Asher River?”

He chuckles and his hand dips between my legs.

I’m so horny, I’m not surprised when he finds me slick and ready before we even get started. He inserts one finger inside me and my whole body trembles. “That feels so good.”

“I want to be inside you so fucking bad right now, Grace.”

I feel the same way. I don’t want to mess with foreplay at all. I want his hard cock buried within me. I want him to fill me up and make me whole. Put me back together and take all the pain away. It’s stupid to think a good hard fuck can do that, but it can.

As if reading my mind, he reaches around and cups my ass, then lifts me up. His hard length rubs the wet lips of my pussy as he positions me. And then he walks over to the side of the small building, pressing my back against the hard stone.

“One hard fast fuck. And then we can relax on the river.”

“Yes,” I breathe into his ear. “Fuck me hard, Vaughn. Ple—”

His cock enters me, sliding past my folds, stretching me, bumping up against my clit, and rubbing my g-spot all at the same time. My head rolls back, my eyes close, and my mouth opens to release a moan as the walls of my pussy stretch and he buries himself deep inside.

He pauses. Just for a moment. And in that moment I realize something—fuck that fantasy. Because my reality rocks.

He pounds into me the moment that realization hits. Vigorously pumping and thrusting. His hands grip my ass cheeks, spreading them wide. A fingertip slips alongside my bud, dragging the wetness we are creating along with it, and a second later, it’s inside me as well.

I push my ass back into the pressure, begging him for more with my actions.

“I want your ass, Grace. I want to fuck your ass so bad. But my fairytale cock is currently enchanted by your princess pussy.”

I laugh as I continue to move against him.

“I am your fucking prince, Grace. Do you understand me? I’m the prince you’ve been looking for. Say it, Grace.”

“You’re my prince, Vaughn.” I laugh a little.

“Damn right.” He grinds his hips, hitting my clit in just the right way, and it’s over.

My prince makes me see fairy dust.

He bucks against me at the same time, spilling inside me, his head falling back and his jaw tight as I clench my pussy around his pulsating shaft.

“Fuck,” he says. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I tighten around him again, making him let out a long moan as he grips my ass tightly, riding out the wave of pleasure.

My heart is beating so fast I think it might explode out of my chest. I place my hand over his heart to calm myself—to reassure myself that he feels this way too. And he does. His rhythm is quick and pounding. One hand goes behind his neck and the other grips his thick hard biceps. It trembles beneath my touch and I rest my cheek against his shoulder. “Don’t let me go.”

“I’ll never let you go. Ever.” After a few moments he relaxes, setting me down slowly until my feet touch the smooth concrete. “I need this every day for the rest of my life. I will never let you go.”

He spins me around so my back is pressed into his chest, his arms crossing over my heaving breasts as I try my best to catch my breath. “You’re mine,” he growls in my ear. “You’re never getting away again. I won’t let you get away again. So please, Grace. Please don’t try.”

“I cannot imagine anything that would make me want to give you up either, so don’t worry.”

He sighs. And it’s long and laced with relief. “Thank you.”

“What for?” I ask, leaning my head back into his chest. I’m so tired, all I want is to get on that raft and drape my arm across his chest and sleep as I float down River Asher. “I should be thanking you. For sticking it out and not letting me push you away.”

“I was an asshole. I get it. I told you this last night, but I’d like to say it all again, if that’s OK. Because you don’t remember much, do you?”

I pull away and turn around so I can look up at his face. “No. But… I feel different. Like our relationship has changed. And instead of fighting it off, I’m just gonna go with the flow.” I point to the water. “And I’d like to go with that flow.”

He picks up the raft and walks down the sloped edge of the river’s entrance and places the raft on the water. He holds out his hand, beckoning me. “Come on. I’ve never floated on this river with a woman before. Let’s make memories.”

Wow. Maybe he really is my prince? I walk forward and take his hand. He gives it a squeeze before letting go so we can climb on the raft. When he’s settled, he opens his arms, inviting me to join him.

I climb on and settle against his chest. My body instantly stills. Relaxes, sinks into him, trying to become one. The stress of the day seeps out of my weary muscles. The reality slips a little. And even though I’m ready to embrace it, what’s one more night of denial? That’s the thing about reality. It’s always there waiting for you. “This is perfect.”

“Yeah,” he says back, his voice rumbling up against my ear. “I like the lazy river because you don’t have to think. You just plop yourself on here and forget. You can forget everything and just exist. And this one was perfectly made. The trees are placed so that you float in and out of the sun every few minutes. It’s almost impossible to burn because the light is so fleeting.”

My eyes are already close. His voice is so soothing. “Tell me more, Vaughn. I just want to listen tonight.”

His chest rises and my head rises with it as he considers my request. “Once upon a time,” he finally says a few moments later, “in a land far, far away… there was a princess. And she was strong and brave and didn’t need a prince to save her…”

I listen to every word. I hang on every word. Because this man is the one I dreamed about. This man is the one who comes galloping up on the white horse and sets everything back in place.