Cinder Royal by Mila Crawford

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I was royalty, a prince. I was expected to act a certain way, do certain things. But I wanted something more out of life.

I wanted love.

Then fate threw me a curve ball in the form of a gorgeous commoner, someone I shouldn’t marry because of how different our lives were, but she was the only woman I’d ever wanted.

From the moment I saw Cindy I knew she was the one.

My wife.

My Queen.

The woman I’d give my virginity to.

She didn’t see herself as worthy.

But Cindy was everything I’d ever wanted and more.

It was time I showed her that it didn’t matter where we were in life … to me she was all I needed.

To me she was Cinderella.Warning: This is sugary sweet fairytale retelling with dual virgins who only want each other, and a happily ever after that is sure to give you a toothache..

I took her to my penthouse apartment in the city, the closest place I could think of, and one that would give us privacy. I wanted her in my space, surrounded by my things, my scent.

After I’d gotten her a glass of wine and showed her around, we stood by the window for long moments, just staring at the city below. We talked about our families, what it was like being royalty, what it was like for her growing up.

It was perfect.

Turning toward her, I pulled her into my arms and held her for a moment, listening to her breath hitch as I wrapped my hands around her hips. She was soft and warm. Having Cindy, knowing she was mine, that I’d claim every inch of her tonight, was a heady, powerful feeling.

“Take me to your room,” she said softly after a few moments. I pulled back and looked into her eyes, my heart thundering at those words.

“You’re sure?”

She rose up on her toes and kissed me. “I’m sure,” she said against my mouth.

I took the lead, moving through my apartment, taking her to my room. The next time I was with her would be at the palace. But right now, this was perfect even if I wanted her to have so much more.

And I was more than fine with that.

I had her on the bed seconds later. She looked up at me, so much innocence and vulnerability on her face.

“I should have made this special for you, more romantic. I should have you on a bed of silk, your body primed before I devoured you.”

She gasped and closed her eyes.

“This is perfect because it’s what I want.”

I held in my groan of pleasure at the fact that I was about to finally have this beautiful woman, that I was about to give myself over to her … give her my virginity.

“It’s only you,” I whispered. “You’re the only one.”

She gasped again and I knew she was aware of what I meant.

“Alex,” she whispered, her pleasure clear in her voice and in her expression. A moment of silence passed before she licked her lips and glanced down. “You’re my first.”

My heart thundered at hearing her words, knowing that in this moment we’d both give ourselves to each other.

“Undress for me,” I said deeply, darkly. I watched as she got undressed, then stood there and stared at all her perfect flesh revealed. She was mine … only mine. I forced myself not to grab my cock and stroke the bastard, ease the ache that settled heavily between my legs.

My dick was hard, throbbing, my balls drawn up tight to my body.

Cindy breathed heavily, her breasts rising and falling softly, her nipples tight, hard. My mouth watered for a taste.

“Alex.” She whispered my name again and I groaned in pleasure.

“You have no fucking idea how much I want you.” I took a step forward and started getting undressed. I worked my belt free first, then went for the button of my pants. When I was out of my slacks and boxer briefs, I started unbuttoning my shirt. Damn all these fucking layers.    

Mila Crawford is a book lover and has been around them one way or another her whole life. She is a fan of happily ever afters, sassy heroines, over the top alphas, and most of all safe reads.

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