YENA

Nolan let his eyes flutter closed again and we made out slowly while he started waking up.

His breath was hot, and his kisses were sloppy. He kept one hand on my thigh and used the other one to lazily push away my hair, which was falling all around his face.

I leaned in to kiss his ear and whispered, “Happy birthday.”

He answered with a small smile and a contented moan.

Then he had me on my back. I think I yelped, just out of surprise. I’d forgotten how quickly Nolan could rouse from dead sleep.

He let out an enormous exhale that seemed to rush around the room like a blast of wind as he slid his big, hard dick inside me.

I gasped, taking in a huge breath of his heat and his scent.

“I missed you,” Nolan said sleepily.

“I’m right here,” I replied.

“Where were you all night?” he mumbled, his voice quiet and a little bit whiny.

I couldn’t answer right away. I tried to catch my breath between the little jolts of pleasure that were lighting me up with every movement of his body.

He smiled smugly, watching me gasp and looking perversely amused.

I finally managed to choke it out that I’d been in my studio all night, finishing his present.

That made his face change. He slowed the rhythm of his hips, too.

“Really?” he said.

I nodded. “Where else would I be?”

He shook his head, like it had been a stupid question. Then he gave me a funny look I couldn’t read. And then a long, slow, deep kiss.

And then those jittery feeling I’d been having earlier came back. A hot, itchy sensation running up and down my arms and legs, and coursing through all my veins.

It was like something inside me wanted to get out.

I put my palms flat against Nolan’s collarbone and pushed him back. He looked a question mark at me.

I slipped two of my fingers into his mouth, and pressed them down, running them across the sharp tips of his teeth.

Nolan closed his lips over my fingers and started sucking on them.

I gave him a nod and a smile. And pressed my fingers down against his bottom teeth, while he clenched his jaw.

It was a quick, sharp sting. And then, an intense, tingly relief.

Nolan did not let my fingers leave his mouth until he sucked them clean, and they healed over. Maybe for a while longer after that, too.

Then he pressed the palm of my hand flat against his mouth and kissed it. Pressed it against his warm cheek. Pushed my fingers up into his hair.

I ran my nails across his scalp, making him moan quietly.

I told him to turn me over.

His green eyes lit up and he had me on all fours in a split second.

I slid the heels of my hands forward along the satin sheets, while he ran his hands up and down the length of my back, hips, and thighs, like he was trying to memorize every inch of them.

I let him take his time.

It was his birthday, after all.

NOLAN

Nolan had never felt like this in his life.

It was… a feeling of being loved.

A closeness with another person that he could never have imagined possible before now.

Yena crept up into their bed while he was asleep and woke him up so sweetly. Telling him happy birthday. And that she had been up all night working on a gift for him.

Her skin was cool to the touch. It felt so good against his.

They fucked for hours, both of them sleepy and sloppy. Nolan did not notice when the morning sun came peeking in through the windows.

Then he started hearing footsteps, voices. Activity in the distance, far off down the hall.

Yena was crying out.

He did not have the heart to tell her to be quiet. She was saying such nice things to him, about wanting and needing his cock deep inside of her.

If Nolan could hear the footfall of their servants down the hallway, the servants could hear the princess screaming.

He did not care. He just started wondering how long they were going to loiter there and listen to the couple.

The answer was a surprisingly long time.

Finally, every muscle in Yena’s body clenched at once. Nolan felt her tightening around him. She bit into his shoulder, whimpering.

He held her and kept her hips pressed tightly into his for as long as she wanted. When her body relaxed, Nolan laid her back in the bed gently and pulled a blanket up over her stomach.

She looked ready to pass out.

He remembered then that she had stayed up all night. He kind of felt bad.

“I should have let you get some sleep,” he said regretfully. He kissed her on the cheek.

She shook her head at him and laid her face flat against the pillow. Her blond curls were an incredible, beautiful, tangled mess.

“Don’t you remember, Prince Charming,” she said sleepily, “that you asked me for two things for your birthday?”

“Hmm,” he said. “I guess I did.”

“And anyway, I can catch a few hours of sleep still, I think. Before I have to start getting ready.”

Nolan looked up at the big antique clock on the wall.

He himself needed to get up and get some work done. And that would leave Yena alone to finally get some rest, so he got to it.

“Oh,” he said to her as he slid out of bed. “Where do I find my new suit?”

Yena’s blue eyes flashed open.

“No,” she said. “Don’t go looking for it yet.”

Nolan said, “I was just wondering—”

She cut him off and wagged a finger back and forth.

“No,” she said again. “I will tell you that it is in my studio, but please don’t go look at it yet. You can see it when it’s time to get ready for the party later.”

Nolan promised he would not go peeking at the gift. And Yena was content to believe him and drifted off to sleep quickly after that.

He pulled the blankets up around her shoulders and tucked her in, making sure she would be warm.

Then he took a fast, hot shower. Shaved his face and got dressed. And high-tailed it down the wide, winding palace hallways, heading to his office.

He passed Yena’s deaconess at one turn in the maze.

The woman started to open her mouth, but Nolan raised his hand to stop her. He motioned silently for her to turn around and leave Yena alone in their bedroom.

He did not slow his pace at all as he flew by the old woman.

Pretty much every day of Nolan’s life was busy. Today would still be an extra challenging one though.

He let his long legs carry him fast over the marble floors and was at the opposite end of the palace just a few minutes later. Listening as his secretary prattled on and on, reciting all of Nolan’s most urgent phone messages.