As Lady Morgan and Captain Valentine slept one night, Charlotte escaped in a small rowboat and washed up on an island
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Charlotte stumbled ashore and hid her rowboat among the bushes. Alone and frightened, she scanned the lush island until Prince Timothy appeared on the beach.
“Are you lost?” he asked gently, keeping his distance. “I’m Prince Timothy. You’re safe here.”
After hearing what Charlotte had endured, Timothy vowed to protect her. He carried her to his manor, where she was given food, clean clothes, and a quiet room.
Over the next 6 months, Charlotte slowly healed. Timothy never rushed her, and in time she began to trust him. Their friendship deepened into love, and one morning in the garden, Timothy confessed his feelings. Overwhelmed, Charlotte fled to her room.
Timothy waited outside her door, promising not to pressure her. Eventually, Charlotte opened it and fell into his arms.
“I’m scared,” she whispered, “but I want to try, with you.”
“I’ll go at your pace,” he promised.
They shared a cautious kiss, pausing whenever Charlotte needed reassurance. When Timothy began to remove his shirt, he watched her carefully, ready to stop if she changed her mind.
Charlotte’s eyes darted to his bare chest, a mix of desire and anxiety swirling within her. She ran her hands over his toned muscles, marveling at the strength and care he exuded. When he paused, waiting for her signal to continue, she took a deep breath and nodded.
Timothy’s fingers worked the buttons of her dress with deliberate gentleness. The fabric parted to reveal her pale skin, and she, revealing the exposure. Her hands gripped his shoulders for support as the dress fell away, pooling at her feet.
Charlotte stood before him in just her undergarments, her body trembling. She watched his reaction intently, searching for any sign of disapproval. Her scars from past abuse were visible now, a stark reminder of her trauma.
Timothy’s eyes darkened with desire and sadness as he took in the sight of her. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her neck. The gentle kiss sent shivers down her spine, and she tilted her head to give him better access. His hands moved to her hips, thumbs rubbing soothing circles as he showered her neck and collarbone with soft kisses.
His lips moved lower, tracing the edge of her corset. Charlotte’s breath hitched as he slowly undid the laces, revealing her bare chest. For a moment, he stood there, taking in the beauty of her vulnerability. He ran his hands up her sides, his thumbs grazing the underside of her breasts in a feather-light touch.
Charlotte whimpered softly, the sound a mix of need and trepidation. Her nipples hardened under his gaze, and she bit her lip, torn between wanting to hide and wanting to submit to his touch.
Timothy paused, his hands coming to rest on her ribcage. He looked up at her with understanding. “You’re perfect, Charlotte. Every scar, every mark… they’re a part of you that I cherish.”
He kissed the valley between her breasts, his breath warm against her skin.
Charlotte’s eyes fluttered shut at his words. A sob escaped her throat, not one of fear or pain, but of relief and gratitude. She opened her eyes again, looking down at Timothy with a vulnerability that went beyond just her nakedness.
He smiled gently, lifting one hand to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear. The other hand slid lower, hooking into the waistband of her panties.
Charlotte nodded, permitting him to remove the last barrier. Her body trembled with anticipation and trust as she stood before him, completely exposed. She leaned into his touch, seeking comfort even as desire pooled within her.
Timothy slowly pulled her panties down, his eyes never leaving hers. He guided her to sit on the edge of the bed, then knelt before her, spreading her legs gently. He kissed her inner thighs, working his way upward with deliberate slowness.
Charlotte gasped as his lips brushed against her most intimate parts, her fingers digging into the sheets. The feel of his breath on her folds sent shivers through her body, and she instinctively spread her legs wider. Her hips twitched with each kiss, her arousal growing.
Timothy kissed and licked her folds, occasionally flicking his tongue against her clit. One hand gripped her hip, holding her steady, while the other slid up to gently cup her breast, his thumb circling her nipple in time with his tongue.
Charlotte’s breathing became ragged as Timothy expertly worked her body. The sensations were almost too much to bear; the feel of his tongue on her sensitive flesh, the gentle tugging of her nipple, and the possessive grip on her hip all combined to push her toward the edge. She moaned his name, her hips bucking against his mouth as she felt her climax approaching.
Timothy doubled his efforts, sensing her impending release. He sucked her clit into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it as he pinched her nipple firmly. The combination sent Charlotte over the edge, and she cried out his name, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.
Charlotte’s mind went blissfully blank as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her hips jerked and spasmed against Timothy’s mouth, and she clutched the sheets in a white-knuckled grip.
Timothy lapped up her release, savoring the taste. He continued to lick and suck gently, prolonging her orgasm. When she finally came down from her high, he pulled back slightly, his face glistening.
Charlotte lay there, panting and trembling, her body limp with satisfaction. Her eyes were glazed over, and she looked at Timothy with wonder and gratitude. She reached for him weakly, wanting to feel his skin against hers.
Timothy rose to his feet, shedding his remaining clothes quickly. He climbed onto the bed, hovering over Charlotte and looking down at her with love and desire. His cock stood at full attention, and he took a moment to appreciate the sight of her flushed and sated beneath him before leaning down to kiss her deeply.
Charlotte moaned into the kiss, tasting herself on his tongue. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down against her. She could feel his hardness pressing against her thigh, and the thought of him inside her sent a fresh wave of arousal through her.
Timothy broke the kiss, his eyes dark with lust. He reached between them, positioning the tip of his cock at her entrance. He rubbed it against her folds, coating himself in her slickness, before slowly beginning to push inside.
Charlotte gasped as Timothy entered her, the feeling of being stretched and filled almost overwhelming. Her inner walls fluttered and clenched around him, trying to adjust to his size. Despite the initial discomfort, there was an undercurrent of pleasure running through her, stoked by the knowledge that it was Timothy inside her, the man she loved, the man who promised to take things slow.
Timothy paused once he was fully seated inside her, giving her time to adjust. He brushed her hair back from her face, his other hand stroking her hip soothingly. He leaned down to kiss her forehead, whispering words of praise and reassurance.
Charlotte’s breath hitched as Timothy began to move, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in with a gentle roll of his hips. The discomfort faded quickly, replaced by growing pleasure. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper.
Timothy groaned at her response, his control slipping slightly. He started to pick up the pace, his hips snapping against hers with increasing force. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with their moans and gasps. He shifted his angle slightly, searching for that sweet spot inside her.
Timothy’s cock hit her G-spot, and Charlotte cried out, her back arching off the bed. The pleasure was almost unbearable, each thrust sending sparks of ecstasy shooting through her body. Her inner walls fluttered and clenched around him. She looked up at him, her eyes glassy with pleasure and adoration, and whispered his name like a prayer.
Timothy’s thrusts became more erratic as he felt her tightening around him. He could feel his own release approaching, but he wanted to make sure she came again first. He reached between them, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing firm circles against it in time with his thrusts.
Charlotte wailed as Timothy stimulated her clit, the added sensation pushing her over the edge once again. Her second orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, making her entire body shudder and convulse. Her inner walls spasmed and clenched around his cock like a vice, pulling him deeper as her juices flowed freely.
Timothy groaned loudly, unable to hold back any longer. The feeling of her tight, spasming pussy was too much. He buried himself to the hilt inside her, his cock twitching and pulsing as he spilled his hot seed deep inside her. His hips jerked and twitched against hers, prolonging both of their orgasms as he emptied himself inside her.
Charlotte moaned weakly as she felt Timothy’s hot cum filling her up, her pussy milking him for every drop. The sensation of being marked and claimed so intimately sent another shudder of pleasure through her body. She looked up at him with a dazed smile, feeling sated, loved, and safe in his arms.
Timothy collapsed beside her, pulling her into his embrace. They lay there for a long moment, their breathing slowly returning to normal. He stroked her hair gently, pressing kisses to her forehead.
“Charlotte,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”
Charlotte’s eyes widened in surprise, but the sincerity in his gaze and the love in his voice left no room for doubt. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked up at him, overwhelmed by the depth of his feelings for her. She nodded shakily, a tremulous smile spreading across her face.
“Yes.”
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