Chapter 2 THE PRINCE MADE ME CUM (2)

Elizabeth ran through the dark streets toward the palace with her heart pounding in her chest.

Her face still hurt from where her stepmother slapped her and her lip was still bleeding, but she did not stop running. She did not care that her dress was old and torn. She did not care that she looked like a servant. All she cared about was getting to that palace before Damian announced his choice for Queen.

The palace gates were wide open tonight because of the coronation, and people from all over the kingdom were rushing inside. Elizabeth slipped into the crowd and kept her head down so no one would notice her.

She knew this palace very well.

Elizabeth had been working here as a maid for three years now. She cleaned the floors, changed the sheets and served food to the royal family. That was how she met Prince Damian in the first place. He saw her carrying water buckets one day and he smiled at her, and that smile changed everything.

But Elizabeth was not supposed to be here tonight.

The maids were not allowed to attend the coronation unless they were working, and Elizabeth had not been assigned to work tonight. Her stepmother made sure of that. Her stepmother was the head of all the maids in the palace, and she controlled who worked which events.

Elizabeth had to be very careful.

If her stepmother saw her sneaking around the palace during the coronation, there would be hell to pay. The woman already hated her at home, but here at the palace she had even more power. She could have Elizabeth thrown out. She could have her jailed for trespassing.

Elizabeth climbed the back stairs and came out into one of the side hallways near the royal chambers.

That was when she saw him.

Prince Damian was coming out of his room at the end of the hall. He was dressed in his full coronation robes already and he looked perfect.

Elizabeth stepped out of the shadows without thinking, and Damian's head snapped toward her immediately. His eyes went wide when he saw her standing there. Before she could say a word, Damian crossed the distance between them in three long strides and grabbed her arm. He pulled her into his room and slammed the door shut behind them.

"Elizabeth," he breathed, and there was so much relief in his voice it made her chest ache. "You came. I thought you were not coming. I thought something happened and you could not make it and I was about to go down there and-"

"I am here," Elizabeth said, but she could not stop the tears from filling her eyes. "I am sorry I am late. My stepmother tried to stop me by destroying my dress and giving me a lot of work to do and-"

Damian cut her off by kissing her.

His mouth crashed against hers hard and desperate, and Elizabeth kissed him back just as fiercely. His hands went to her face and held her like she was the most precious thing in the world. She could taste the desperation in his kiss and feel how badly he had wanted her to be here.

When he finally pulled back, they were both breathing hard.

"I do not care about the dress," Damian said, and his thumbs wiped away the tears on her cheeks. "I do not care that you are late. All I care about is that you are here now."

He looked at her face more carefully and his expression changed immediately. He touched the red mark on her cheek where her stepmother had slapped her, and then he saw her split lip.

"Who did this to you?"

"My stepmother," Elizabeth answered. "She did not want me to come to the coronation. She tried to stop me."

Damian's jaw clenched so hard she could see the muscle jumping. "I am going to make her pay for this. I swear to you, Elizabeth. When you are my Queen, she will bow to you and beg for your forgiveness."

Damian kissed her again, and this time it was different. His tongue pushed into her mouth and she moaned against him. His hands slowly moved from her face down to her waist and pulled her body flush against his.

Elizabeth could feel how hard he was already, pressing against her through his robes and her thin dress.

"I want to fuck you right now, Elizabeth," Damian breathed against her mouth. "I have been thinking about you all day, and I have been going crazy waiting for you to get here."

His hands started moving up her skirt, pulling it higher and higher until his fingers found bare skin on her thighs.

"Damian," Elizabeth gasped. "The coronation. You are going to be late. Everyone is waiting for you and-"

"I do not care," he cut in roughly as his hand slid higher between her legs. "Let them wait. I need to fuck you first."

He walked her backward until her back hit the wall, and then his mouth was on her neck. He kissed and sucked at her skin while his hand pushed her thighs apart. His fingers found her pussy through her undergarments and he groaned.

"You are already wet for me," he mumbled against her throat. "Fuck, Elizabeth. You are soaking wet."

"I have been thinking about you too," she admitted, and her head fell back against the wall as his fingers started rubbing her clit through the fabric. "I have been thinking about you all day."

Damian pulled back just long enough to start undressing her. He yanked her dress up and over her head and threw it on the floor. Then he tore her undergarments off completely and tossed them aside. Elizabeth was naked now except for her shoes, and Damian looked at her like he wanted to devour her whole.

His hands went to her breasts. He squeezed and kneaded them roughly, and then he bent his head and took one nipple into his mouth. Elizabeth cried out and her fingers tangled in his hair. He sucked hard and bit down just enough to make her gasp, and then he moved to the other breast and did the same thing.

"Damian, please," Elizabeth begged. "You really are going to be late. The ceremony is supposed to start in ten minutes and-"

"I told you I do not care," he growled. He was already working on his own clothes now, pushing his robes aside and unlacing his pants with quick, desperate movements. "They can wait, Elizabeth. The whole kingdom can wait. Right now, I need to fuck you."

He freed his cock and Elizabeth moaned just looking at it. He was rock hard and already leaking, and she knew from eight months of experience exactly how good he was going to feel inside her.

Damian grabbed her hips and lifted her up against the wall. Elizabeth wrapped her legs around his waist automatically, and then he was lining himself up at her entrance.

"Hold on to me," he ordered, and Elizabeth grabbed his shoulders.

Then he pushed inside her in one hard thrust.

Elizabeth screamed and Damian groaned and buried his face in her neck. He was so deep inside her it almost hurt, but it was the best kind of hurt. The kind that made her whole body light up with pleasure.

"Fuck," Damian breathed. "You feel so good. You always feel so fucking good."

He started moving, pulling almost all the way out and then slamming back in. The angle was perfect and he hit that spot inside her that made her see stars. Elizabeth held on to his shoulders and took every brutal thrust, moaning and gasping and begging for more.

"Harder," she pleaded. "Please, Damian. Fuck me harder."

Damian did exactly what she asked. He pounded into her so hard the wall shook behind her back. His fingers dug into her hips hard enough to bruise and his mouth found hers again in a messy, desperate kiss.

"You are mine," he growled against her lips. "Say it. Say you are mine."

"I am yours," Elizabeth gasped. "I have always been yours."

"And I am going to make you my Queen tonight," Damian said, and he was fucking her even harder now. Even faster. "I am going to stand in that hall in front of everyone and I am going to say your name and you are going to be my Queen."

Elizabeth was so close to reaching an orgasm already. She could feel it building, coiling tight in her belly. Damian's cock was hitting that perfect spot with every thrust and she could not hold back anymore.

"I am going to cum," she warned him. "Damian, I am going to-"

"Then cum," he commanded. "Cum on my cock, Elizabeth. Let me feel you."

Elizabeth came so hard her whole body shook and her pussy clenched around his cock. She screamed his name without caring who might hear. Damian kept fucking her through it, prolonging her orgasm until she was sobbing with pleasure.

Then he came too, groaning her name and spilling inside her with hard, jerky thrusts. He buried himself as deep as he could go and held her there while he emptied himself into her.

They stayed like that for a long moment, both of them breathing hard and trembling. Then Damian slowly lowered her back to her feet, but he did not let go of her completely.

He pressed his forehead against hers and looked into her eyes.

"You have to be in that hall when I announce your name tonight," he said seriously. "Do you understand me, Elizabeth? You have to be standing there in front of everyone when I say you are my choice to be the Queen."

"I will be there," Elizabeth promised.

"No, listen to me," Damian said, and there was fear in his voice now. "The council rules are very specific. The woman I choose has to be physically present in that hall when I make the announcement. If you are not standing there when I say your name, the council can refuse to accept you. They can say the selection is void."

Elizabeth's blood ran cold.

"Are you saying I have to be standing in that hall when you say my name or this whole thing falls apart?"

"Yes," Damian answered. "Exactly. You have to be there, Elizabeth. You have to be in that hall no matter what."

Elizabeth's heart skipped a beat.

And it suddenly felt like she could not breathe.