My King Liam is called King Istvan / My MC is Viktoria
Usual disclaimers apply: Pixelberry own Royal Romance story and characters. Not mine. Story is fanfic for fun only, I am making zero 💰💰💰
Cheers – VP 💖
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He’d had a rough day and it was late… Meeting after meeting. Incentive, after tax break, after deal, after endorsement… Istvan’s brain felt frazzled. He pulled off his tie as he entered his quarters at the palace and groaned. As much as he loved Cordonia and wanted to do his best by her people, it was a truly vast amount of responsibility and sometimes that was overwhelming to him, despite the fact his whole life had led him to this point. His mind wandered, sometimes it would be nice just to be faceless, to have a 9-5 job. To just be ‘a guy’, not ‘a King’.
He’d cancelled Viktoria earlier that day when it became very apparent that he wasn’t going to get away any time soon. She’d been understanding, she always was; she knew it went with the territory. Istvan had wanted to see her tonight (well, he always wanted to see her) but it was too late now, she had early appointments tomorrow discussing upcoming wedding plans. He would have to wait until tomorrow evening. He frowned. Istvan hated to disappoint her, she’d said she had something planned for this evening. He would much rather have been doing whatever it was, than spend hours discussing exports, duty rates and incentives with foreign ministers…
As he kicked off his shoes outside the bedroom, he stopped, he could hear soft music playing, he opened the door, light crept in from the hallway, spilling across the floor, across his bed, then he saw her, illuminated as she lay there on top of the silken sheets. He caught his breath. His beautiful fiancée. A dazzling black and silver basque clinging to her every curve, her dark hair a mass of glossy curls, fast asleep. ‘How long has she been waiting that she’s fallen asleep?’ he smiled to himself, looking at his watch, realising just how late it really was…
She shouldn’t be here really, courtly tradition and all, Bastien’s team must have turned a blind eye this time… Everything in Cordonia revolved around ‘perception’, he sighed, it was widely-known that there was corruption, rumour and intrigue at every turn, but for the main, it stayed firmly behind closed doors. He just wanted to spend every night in bed with his fiancée; the wedding was weeks away – was it really so outrageous? In comparison to other court gossip? This seemed like such a stupid tradition to him…
Turning on the dimmers, enough to be able to see without startling her, he closed the door behind him. She looked perfect. Her eyes were smoky and her lips were painted a tantalising deep red. A bottle of her favourite Rioja and two sparkling glasses sat on the bedside table next to a sliver tray of chocolate-dipped strawberries. She’d scattered red rose petals on the bedsheets. The soft music continued to bubble away, low-key. He stepped across the room, popping one of the sweet strawberries in his mouth as he smiled down at her, his heart sang. Yes she was stunning, but she was so much more. She captivated him; fierce but fragile, quirky and funny, but deep and so kind. She seemed to understand him better than he understood himself some days. She said she would do anything for him, to make him happy, and he believed her. Istvan sat down on the edge of the bed, gently running his fingers through her long hair,
“God I love you Vik”
he murmured. He lay on the bed beside her, watching her intently, trailing his fingertips delicately along her jawline, brushing his thumb over her ruby lips, parting them slightly. He leaned in, his lips pressed gently against hers. Istvan felt her stir, caressing her cheek he placed another soft kiss to her lips.
“Mmmmm”
she exhaled dreamily, smiling into his kiss,
“What a wonderful way to wake up…”
He grinned at her,
“What a wonderful surprise to come back to…”
Suddenly his brow furrowed, his voice no more than a whisper,
“I’m so sorry my love, things just got… Well, really lengthy today… I didn’t want to cancel our plans, I-“
She raised one finger to his lips, still sleepy, smiling
“Sshhh, it’s ok, you don’t have to apologise, I figured since we weren’t able to go out for dinner, I’d revise the plans and wait here for you with… uhhh, dessert…”
Her face flushed as the last word left her lips, suddenly feeling very sheepish she began to babble
“It was kind of stupid, you’ve had a long day, you don’t have-”
Her chatter cut off abruptly as he pulled her into a crushing kiss; hot, hard and full of desire.
Istvan’s moved himself rapidly on top of her, sliding his hands from her cheek, lightly down her neck, cupping her breasts through the lace of her lingerie, her nipples hardening against the heel of his hand. She arched her body into his touch, blue eyes now wide and sparkling, giggling
“So you liked my surprise…?”
Istvan groaned and nodded, rolling his hips against her, letting Viktoria feel just how much he appreciated her surprise,
“Tell me what else you had planned my darling…”
he rasped against her ear kissing and teasing her neck with his teeth. She turned and caught his eyes whispering,
“well I was kind of daydreaming that we’d drink some wine, eat some strawberries and, well… You’d like what I’m wearing, so you’d climb into bed and make love to me…”
His piercing eyes darkened with desire as he pulled her into a smouldering kiss,
“Hmmm, I’m sure that can be arranged… Vik the strawberries are delicious, truly, but I don’t want them I want right now…”
He smiled, his voice a little hoarse, “Tell me my Lady, in your little daydream, did I touch you like this?” He ran his hand slowly down her stomach, moving slowly lower until his fingers lightly grazed her panties, the heat of his touch, coupled with the sensation of the lace lingerie against her skin made Viktoria gasp, God he made her feel so alive.
Istvan continued, nipping at her earlobe as he whispered,
“Did I rip this lingerie off, and kiss every inch of your naked body…? Did I bury my head between your legs and drive you wild…? Did you like the way I fucked you…? Did you grab at my hair and call out my name over and over as you came for me…?”
He left her breathless, struggling to form a cohesive thought, dizzy from the words spilling from his lips; he’d never spoken to her like this before, good lord it was hot… As King he was always so proper and composed, the words coming out his mouth seemed almost surreal… She writhed against him, she ached for him, wanting him, right now.
“Oh God, Istvan, I’ve imagined your body against mine all day…”
He pulled away from her,
“Oh you have?”
He grinned wickedly as he kneeled above her, unbuttoning his shirt slowly; more slowly than she wanted him to. Viktoria grabbed at his belt but was met by his hand stalling her. His voice was low but self-assured, teasing her as he looked her in the eye,
“What’s the rush my beautiful girl? I want to take my time tonight… I want to make your heart pound… Make your whole body shake… I want to make you scream so loudly that all of Cordonia hears you… Do you want me to do sinful, scandalous things to you tonight Vik?”
She nodded her head slowly, a smile twitching across her lips as she rose to her knees,
“Ohh, so very much Istvan… I don’t care who hears that I’m yours…”
Heat and desire tingled throughout her body as she regarded his handsome face, his chiselled jaw and perfect lips. She pushed his shirt away, her eyes dropping to take in his smooth dark skin as she ran her hands over his broad muscular frame, taught against her touch; she supposed that she would never quite believe how lucky she was that he was all hers. She wrapped her arms around him, drawing him into a deep, longing kiss, her fingernails tearing at his shoulder blades as he relieved her of her lingerie. One hand slipped between her legs, his fingers roughly curling inside of her; a soft moan escaped her red lips as his other hand rubbed and caressed her nipples. Waves of pleasure coursed through her as he worked his fingers, lavishing her neck with hot kisses that seemed to burn into her skin.
“Does that feel good? You are so… Fuck…“
He cursed quietly as her hand finally liberated him from his trousers, her fingers tracing his thick length, up and down. Viktoria pushed Istvan back against the headboard, lacing her fingers through his, climbing onto his lap, lowering herself onto him. His head rolled back, trying to control himself, biting his lower lip as she moved, setting a seductively slow rhythm. Istvan tangled her dark hair in his fingers, pulling her face close to his, catching her lips in a hot and desperate kiss to silence her cries as he thrust himself deeper inside of her,
“You’re mine Viktoria, all mine… Fuck, I love being inside you baby, you feel amazing…”
He breathed raggedly against her neck, running his fingers down the sides of her slim waist, gripping at the curves of her hips, shifting her calves; he loved to feel her legs squeezing tightly around his waist, like she couldn’t get close enough to him.
Every fibre of her body quivered. She was teetering on the edge, every delicious movement he made threatening to tip her over, her senses in overload; the smell of his cologne, his strong hands gripping her ass hard, his face buried against her neck, his length hitting just the right spot over and over and over… Until she toppled from the edge, an explosion of complete blinding ecstasy; her head tossed back, hands in her hair, a guttural scream rising from her throat, no words…
A devilish grin spread across his face at the sight of her, at the sound of her completely undone, her body reverberating around him, a few more sharp thrusts and he found his own mind-blowing release, her name escaping his lips in a low groan.
He leaned against her, foreheads touching, looking deep into each other’s eyes, catching their breath; hearts still pounding, a sheen of sweat between them. He kissed her tenderly,
“I can’t wait until you’re my wife Vik, we get to spend the rest of our lives doing this…”
She winked naughtily at him as she got up pulling the sheets around herself, picking up a strawberry,
“Me neither Ist…”
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End 💖
