**The Dark Knight’s Seduction**

I never thought I’d be the one to break her.

Princess Lynette was supposed to be untouchable—a jewel locked away in the highest tower of her father’s castle. But when the king sent me, the kingdom’s most feared knight, to guard her chambers, he didn’t realize he was tossing a lamb to the wolf.

It started simple enough. I stood at her door, clad in black armor, watching her pace her room in nothing but a thin silk shift, the firelight making shadows dance across her curves. She pretended not to notice me staring, but I saw the way her breath hitched when I adjusted my stance, the way her fingers tightened on the edge of her vanity.

Then, one night, she said my name.

“Sir Alistair.” Her voice was soft, hesitant, but there was heat beneath it. “Aren’t you ever… tired of standing guard?”

I stepped inside, shutting the heavy oak door behind me. The latch clicked, sealing us in.

“Not when the view is this good.”

Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away. She was royal, yes, but she was also a woman—one who’d clearly been starved of attention. And I was more than happy to give it to her.

I crossed the room in slow, deliberate strides, my armor clinking softly. When I reached her, I didn’t touch her. Not yet. I just looked down at her, letting her feel the weight of my hunger.

“You want me to stop staring?” I murmured.

She swallowed. “No.”

I reached up, unclasping my gauntlets and tossing them aside. Then I cupped her face, my calloused fingers rough against her soft skin.

“Good.”

My mouth crashed down on hers, and she gasped into the kiss, her hands flying up to grip my shoulders. She tasted like wine and honey, and the little moan she let out when I bit her bottom lip went straight to my cock.

I backed her against the bed, breaking the kiss just long enough to yank that fucking shift over her head. Her tits were perfect—full and pale, her nipples already hard. I palmed one, rolling the stiff peak between my fingers as she whimpered.

“You’re so fucking pretty like this,” I growled, bending to suck a dark mark into the side of her throat. “All flushed and desperate. Bet no one’s ever touched you right, have they?”

She shook her head, her fingers tugging at the buckles of my chest plate. “N-no.”

I helped her strip me down, tossing my armor aside until I was bare from the waist up. Then I pushed her onto the bed, climbing over her and capturing her wrists in one hand, pinning them above her head.

She arched beneath me, her cunt already glistening when I slid a hand between her thighs.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” I muttered, dragging my fingers through her slick folds. Her hips jerked, seeking more, and I rewarded her by circling her clit with my thumb.

“Please,” she gasped, her thighs trembling.

I grinned, lowering my mouth to her nipple instead. “Please what?”

“I—I need—”

“Need my cock?” I nipped at her breast, making her cry out. “Gonna fuck you, princess. But not until you beg for it.”

I slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and she nearly sobbed. Her pussy clenched around me, so tight and wet I could barely think straight.

“Alistair!” She thrashed, her back arching off the bed.

“That’s it,” I rasped, adding a third finger. “Let me hear you.”

She came with a sharp cry, her cunt pulsing around my fingers. I didn’t give her time to recover—just yanked her hips to the edge of the bed and dropped to my knees.

Then I ate her out like a starving man.

Her thighs clamped around my head as I licked into her, dragging my tongue over her clit before sucking it hard. She tasted fucking divine, and the way she whimpered my name had my cock throbbing.

“I can’t—I can’t—” Her fingers twisted in my hair.

I pulled back just enough to smirk up at her. “You can. You’re gonna come again.”

Then I thrust my tongue inside her, fucking her with it until she shattered, her whole body shaking.

I stood, shoving my breeches down just enough to free my cock. It was rock-hard, the tip already wet.

“Last chance to say no,” I growled, pressing the head against her slick entrance.

She wrapped her legs around my waist. “Fuck me.”

I didn’t need to be told twice.

I slammed into her in one brutal thrust, burying myself to the hilt. She screamed, her nails raking down my back as her cunt stretched around me.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” I gritted out, pulling back only to drive into her again.

Her moans filled the room, each one louder than the last as I fucked her deep and hard. The bed rocked beneath us, the headboard banging against the stone wall.

I grabbed her hips, lifting her to meet every thrust. “You take my cock so fucking well.”

She whimpered, her walls fluttering around me. “I’m—I’m going to—”

“Come,” I ordered, reaching between us to rub her clit.

She exploded with a scream, her cunt clamping down on me like a vice. The second she clenched, I lost it—buried myself deep and came with a groan, filling her up as she trembled beneath me.

When I finally pulled out, she was a wreck—her hair tangled, her skin flushed, her pussy still twitching.

I smirked, brushing a thumb over her swollen lower lip. “Still think guards are boring, princess?”

She looked up at me through her lashes, breathless. “Not when it’s you.”

I kissed her, slow and filthy.

Fuck the king. His daughter was mine now.