Summary: When MC (Riley) finds Prince Liam alone in the library, they find it difficult to keep their true feelings quiet.
On her way to her bedroom, Riley noticed the door to the library was slightly ajar. She stopped and peeked through the opening. Inside, she saw Liam, sitting alone on a leather couch, a glass of whiskey in his hand. She tapped lightly on the door and Liam looked up with a start, broken out of his thoughts.
“Oh, Riley!” he said. “Sorry, you surprised me.”
“I don’t mean to interrupt,” she said, stepping into the room and closing the door behind her. “Are you okay?”
“You didn’t interrupt anything,” he said, setting down his whiskey glass on the end table beside the couch. He looked up at her and smiled faintly. “You look beautiful.”
“Oh,” Riley said, glancing down at her beaded gown. “Thanks. Bertrand insisted I not look homeless for the party tonight.”
“You always look beautiful,” Liam said, holding out his hand to her. Riley took his hand in hers and he brought her fingers to his lips, kissing them softly.
“And I’ve discovered the being beautiful in court means sacrificing the ability to breathe,” Riley joked. “This corset is a bit much.”
“If you become queen, maybe your first royal decree could be to abolish corsets from Cordonia,” Liam said with a grin as Riley sat down beside him on the couch, lacing her fingers between his.
“Absolutely,” Riley laughed. “That would show the Cordonians that I have my priorities in order.”
Liam laughed, but his eyes still looked conflicted.
“Seriously, Liam,” Riley said as she reached up and lightly brushed her fingers through his hair. “What’s wrong?”
Liam sighed.
“If I’m honest, I’m still a little rattled by my father’s announcement that I’ll be ascending to the throne. I mean, I always knew it was going to happen someday, but for it to happen so soon … I don’t know.” Liam reached for his whiskey and took another sip. “I’m worried that I’m not ready to be king. I’m worried I won’t be good enough, not yet.”
“Liam,” Riley said, turning his face towards hers. His gaze met hers, his eyes doubtful. “You are kind, compassionate, and thoughtful. You are going to be an amazing king. Is this all happening sooner than you thought? Yes, of course, but it’s going to be okay. You’re going to be okay. Better than okay.”
Liam leaned over and kissed her gently. Riley pulled him closer, lengthening the kiss. She felt Liam’s hand on her thigh, tracing the line of her body up over her hip.
“Riley,” he whispered, cupping the back of her neck. “I shouldn’t …”
“Liam,” Riley said, tracing her hand down the length of his chest before she let it rest on the front of his trousers. She could feel him hardening under her touch. “Haven’t you done enough worrying about what you ‘should’ do today? What do you want to do?”
In reply, Liam reached around to the back of her dress and tugged down the zipper. He slid the straps off of her shoulders, pulling down the dress to reveal the white corset she wore underneath. Riley stood up in front of him and the dress fell to the floor, puddling around her feet. Liam leaned forward and put his hands on her calf, running his hands up her leg to the top of her stockings which were held up by a delicate garter belt. He tried to reach between her legs but Riley knelt down between his knees in front of him. She unzipped his pants and tugged at his pants. Liam lifted his hips slightly to allow Riley to pull them away, leaving him exposed on the leather couch. Riley took him in her hands, massaging his length in her hands. She leaned forward, licking him, teasing him, until she finally wrapped her lips around him. Liam groaned with pleasure, unable to look away from the sight of Riley between his legs. He’d fantasized about her for so long and to finally see her, to finally feel her like this felt almost unreal. He brushed the hair back from her face, not wanting to miss a second of her.
Just as Liam started to feel himself getting close, Riley slowly pulled her lips off of him. She stood up, keeping him in her hand as she leaned over to kiss him, her rhythm unbroken. Riley straddled his thigh and he could feel the damp lace of her panties on his skin. He moaned softly at her touch as he reached for her breasts, pulling them free of the corset. Liam took her nipple in his mouth, flicking his tongue across it, making it stand nearly as erect as he was. He pulled her face to his and kissed her, their mouths crashing into one another. The previous measured control was gone and they grabbed for each other desperately. Liam pulled her onto his lap and pulled her panties aside roughly. There was a small rip of tearing fabric but neither of them seemed to notice. She slid down on him easily, her wetness warm and inviting. Liam gripped her hips as she moved up and down, pumping into her. Riley moaned and arched her back and Liam ran a hand up her front, his palm skimming over the lace corset before caressing her bare skin. She moaned again, louder this time, and Liam covered her mouth with his hand.
“Shh,” he admonished breathlessly, pulling her tighter against him. “This is a library.”
Riley put her hand on his, shifting his fingers until she could take one in her mouth. She sucked on his finger and he moaned. She covered his mouth with her hand lightly.
“Shh,” she admonished with a teasing grin. “This is a library,” she mimicked.
Liam grinned and grabbed her, laying her down on the couch. He thrust into her and she gripped his backside, pulling him deeper inside her with each push.
“Oh my god, Liam,” she gasped, feeling the rush building in her. She buried her face in his neck, trying to hold back the cries that could give them away to anyone passing by the library. Her fingers clawed at his back as she came and he joined her a moment later, giving in to what he wanted.
They stayed there for a moment, breathing hard, until finally Liam picked up his head and looked at Riley, tracing the line of her jaw with his fingertips. She smiled at him.
“Any regrets?” she asked. He studied her face and noticed her eyes looked a little worried, like she was afraid he might say yes.
“No,” he assured her. “Why would I regret being with the woman I love?” She smiled and he kissed her softly, his lips just barely brushing hers. “However,” he continued. “I think it’d be a shame if you decided to outlaw all corsets.”
“Perhaps I could make an exception,” she said. “But only for you.”
“I don’t know about that,” Liam said. “I think I’d look terrible in a corset.”
Riley laughed and Liam joined her, their voices mingling in the empty library, and, for just a moment, neither of them cared to be quiet.
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