Page 41 of Romancing Rayne

“Yes. I’m stuffed.” Rayne placed her plate on the table and sat back in the chair, placing both hands on her stomach. “Everything was delicious.”

“I had some clothes brought in for you,” Meghan started. “Nothing fancy, but I figured you’d like to change before heading out.”

“Oh my God, yes. That was really nice of you.”

Meghan and Rayne both stood and walked to the bed to inspect the shopping bags, giving me a moment alone with Spike.

“I can’t ever repay you for—”

“I already told you there’s nothing to repay. Get yourselves cleaned up. Meghan and I have our own surprise for Rayne.”

“Anything you say, Your Royal Highness,” I joked.

“Aren’t you a cheeky bastard this morning? Go fetch your wife and meet us outside when you’re done.” He stood and offered his hand, which I gladly accepted. “And don’t take too long.” He winked.

I hated to disappoint, but I had a feeling we’d be late for whatever surprise Spike had arranged. There was a very large shower calling my name, and I planned on using it for however long it took for Rayne to be thoroughly satisfied.

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Ghost

“Ghost. I can’t,” Rayne panted.

“Yes, you can. Again, Princess. Come on my cock one more time.”

I had Rayne bent over in the shower and was debating remodeling our bathroom when we got home. The large space allowed me take her at the perfect angle. Her hands braced on the wall, legs spread, and her back beautifully arched. Her tattoo was on display, but that wasn’t what held my attention today. I watched as my cock tunneled in and out of her pussy. Each time I pulled out, it glistened with her excitement. Her first orgasm was fast and explosive, taking the edge off enough for me to work her back up and tease her until we could both fall over the cliff into bliss together.

“Ghost,” she whined. Reaching my hand around, I found her clit and started to rub in slow, firm circles. “More.”

Her hips bucked in sync with my thrusts, and her inner muscles started to tighten.

“That’s it, Rayne. Let go,” I coaxed, needing her to hurry. “I’m almost there,” I grunted and adjusted my pace.

A tingling had started at the base of my spine, and my balls drew up in preparation for my fast approaching orgasm. Her pussy clamped down around my cock, and her legs shook as her orgasm broke.

“Holy Christ,” I growled and couldn’t hold back the rush of euphoria. I pulled out of the warmth of her body and jerked my cock, fighting to keep my eyes open to watch as my come marked her firm ass and back. When my orgasm finally stopped, I rubbed the evidence over her tattoo. It was barbaric and probably made me seem like a Neanderthal, but I couldn’t give the first fuck. I needed the reminder she was mine and I was hers. Nothing would ever take her from me.

I helped Rayne stand and pulled her into my arms.

“Palace shower sex.” She giggled.

“I love you so fucking much.”

I didn’t let her return the sentiment. I needed to taste her pretty lips. Needed to feel her tongue dance with mine. But more than anything I needed the connection, the confirmation our love could and would withstand anything.

* * *

Rayne

“Are you serious?” I asked, unable to hide my shock and excitement.

My heart was thundering in my chest. There was no way Harry was suggesting what I thought he was.

“You told me your favorite part of your first trip to London with Ghost was seeing the balcony,” Meghan reminded me. “I remember when I was a kid and visited London, I had my picture taken in front of this very same balcony. So since you’re here and all . . .” She trailed off and gestured to the open French doors leading to the famous stone balcony.

“We can’t. There are people down there. Won’t you get in trouble?”

“Trouble?” The prince laughed. “Trouble’s my middle name. Or it was until I met this shining beauty.” Mischief laced his tone, but his eyes told a different story when he gazed adoringly at his wife.