Multiverse's Holy Right

One year later, at the residence of the Duke Goddodin in London, England—

The princess's boudoir was bathed in silver, the moon's glow spilling through the gauzy curtains like liquid silk. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine and something warmer, muskier—the intoxicating blend of sweat and skin.

Alice lay beneath Roy, her platinum hair fanned across the pillows, her breath coming in soft, uneven gasps. His body pinned hers to the bed, his weight deliciously heavy, his heat searing through the thin fabric of her nightgown.

"You're trembling," Roy murmured, his voice rough with desire as he traced a finger along her collarbone.

Alice shivered, though not from cold. "You know why."

A slow, knowing smirk curled his lips. He had spent the past hour teasing her—kisses pressed to the inside of her wrist, the hollow of her throat, the delicate curve of her hip—each touch deliberate, each one designed to unravel her.

Roy had learned her body well over the past year. Knew exactly where to touch to make her gasp, where to linger to make her beg. And right now, Alice was very close to begging.

His hand slid beneath the hem of her nightgown, fingers skimming up her thigh. "Tell me what you want."

Her breath hitched. "Roy—"

"Say it."

Her cheeks flushed, but she held his gaze, defiance and desire warring in her emerald green eyes. "I want you inside me."

A low growl rumbled in his chest, and then his mouth was on hers, swallowing her moan as his fingers finally—finally—found the slick heat between her legs. She arched against him, her nails digging into his shoulders as he stroked her, slow and torturous.

"You're already so wet," he murmured against her lips. "All from just my touch."

Alice whimpered, her hips rocking against his hand, chasing the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter inside her. But Roy, damn him, pulled back just as she teetered on the edge.

"Roy!"

He chuckled, dark and wicked, before shifting to strip off her nightgown, baring her to the moonlight. His gaze burned as it traveled over her—the flush on her chest, the rapid rise and fall of her breasts, the way her thighs pressed together in desperate anticipation.

"Patience, princess."

Then his mouth was on her breast, his tongue flicking over her nipple before sucking hard. Alice cried out, her back bowing off the bed as pleasure shot through her. Roy didn't relent, alternating between laving and biting until she was writhing beneath him, her fingers tangled in his hair.

When his lips trailed lower, down her stomach, her breath came faster. "You—you're not—"

"Oh, I am."

And then his tongue was on her, licking a slow, deliberate stripe through her folds. Alice gasped, her thighs clamping around his head as he lapped at her, savoring her taste. He circled her clit with teasing flicks before sucking gently, and she nearly sobbed from the sheer intensity of it.

"Please—please—"

Roy didn't make her wait any longer. He slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and her vision whited out as the first wave of her climax crashed over her. She arched off the bed, her cry muffled by his mouth as he kissed her through it, swallowing every broken sound.

Before she could recover, Roy was stripping off his own clothes, his arousal evident, thick and heavy in his hand. Alice licked her lips, her body still trembling from her release, but the hunger in his gaze made her ache for more.

He positioned himself between her thighs, his tip brushing against her entrance. "Look at me," he commanded.

She did.

And then he was pushing inside, inch by agonizing inch, until he was fully sheathed within her. Alice gasped at the stretch, the fullness, the way her body clung to him as if unwilling to let go.

Roy stilled, his jaw clenched, his breath ragged. "Fuck. You feel… perfect."

Then he began to move.

Slow at first, deep, rolling thrusts that had her moaning his name. But soon, the pace grew frantic, his hips snapping against hers, the bed creaking beneath them. Alice wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, meeting every thrust with a gasp.

Roy's hand found hers, their fingers intertwining as he pinned it above her head. The intimacy of it—the way he held her down even as he worshipped her body—sent another wave of pleasure crashing through her.

"I'm close," she whispered.

"Come for me," he growled.

His thumb found her clit, rubbing tight circles, and that was all it took. Alice shattered, her body convulsing around him as pleasure ripped through her like lightning. Roy followed moments later, his groan muffled against her neck as he spilled inside her, his hips stuttering through the last waves of his release.

For a long moment, they stayed like that—breathless, tangled together, hearts pounding in sync. Then Roy finally pulled out, collapsing beside her and dragging her into his arms.

Alice nestled against his chest, her limbs heavy with satisfaction, her eyelids already drooping. Roy pressed a kiss to her forehead, his hand stroking lazily down her spine.

"Sleep," he murmured.

And she did.

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