Everly Blossom is a princess, adopted into the Royal Family by the King and Queen of England. Everly doesn't remember much of her past all she knows now is tailored dresses, silverware and butlers.
She has dreamt of a life of fun, laughter and joy b...
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Even though I had to wake up before six o'clock, waking up beside Everly makes it worth it. She's fast asleep, wrapped up in my arms with her head on my chest. We went to bed soon after our activities last night. She was exhausted and I wouldn't want to keep her from the rest that she clearly needed.
I slip from her warm embrace, wincing when she stirs for a moment. Her eyes don't open and she snuggles up to the closest pillow instead, there is a bright smile on her lips.
If anything I hope she's dreaming about happiness. About good things.
When I reach her door I peer out of it and make sure that no one is around, as soon as I know it's safe I leave. I head straight for my room and take a shower, getting changed into fresh clothes.
The whole morning I can't stop thinking of Everly, of last night. How our bodies entwined into one, we got even closer on an intimate level, we crossed that path and took our relationship to the next step.
Oh she felt so fucking good. She tastes so fucking good.
Everything about her is so incredibly intoxicating that I want more and more.
Those little whimpers. Fuck. I need to stop before I have a rock solid boner all morning.
As soon as I'm dressed and ready for the day I head down to the kitchen, there are only a few staff members but I ignore their stares. The King said I'm free to do whatever I want, I asked for extra items to be added to the grocery list, I can make food whenever I want.
