Blue Blood

Chapter 18 -The Royal Proposal

Alissa's POV

I gave him an inquiring look and took the box. Marcus entwined his hands tightly as he gave me a nervous look. He looked strange.

"Open it." He said huskily.

I nodded and untied the blue ribbon. I opened the box. I smiled as I saw a blue rose inside the box.

I gave him a bright smile and took the rose. "Marcus, thank you. It is so..." I paused as I noticed something under the rose. A ring. Is it... "Oh my...." I gasped in surprise.

I took the ring with my trembling hand. I felt so nervous. My heart was beating faster.

The vintage ring was centered with an heirloom old European cut diamond set into a four-prong head. It featured an openwork design with ribbon motifs and accented with twelve bead-set, round single cut diamonds. It looked...dazzling.

"I'm asking you to marry me, not only because I know that we're made for each other, but more importantly because I know that I cannot live a single day of my life without you being by my side. I knew you were the one for me the moment I realized that my happiness lied in your smiles, not mine. I love you so much. Will you marry me, bambi? Will you be mine forever?" He asked, looking into my eyes, full of love and affection in his eyes.

"Marcus..." I mumbled as my eyes welled up. "Yes. I will marry you." I replied happily. "I love you, Marcus." I added, giving him a radiant smile while tears were running down my cheeks.

He smiled happily and took the ring. He slid the ring on my finger and placed a soft kiss on my knuckles.

"You made me the happiest man in the world. I love you so much, bambi." He said softly and kissed my lips.

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It had been two weeks since Marcus and I got engaged. I felt so happy. I informed my family about Marcus's proposal. They were happy for me. Marcus's family invited them to Stockholm. They were coming here in a month as soon as my father finished his work related to his big project in New York.

We started wedding preparations. We were going to get married in three months. His parents told us it was so early, and it was difficult to prepare everything in a short time, but Marcus insisted that we got married as soon as possible. So his parents accepted it. But we hadn't informed journalists yet. Marcus told me we would announce our engagement after the state dinner which would take place next week; he had to solve some problem before announcing it. I asked what was the problem, he told me it was related to a royal protocol or something like this and changed the subjects.

I didn't see Marcus properly last week. I missed him so much. He was busy with his charity events, meetings and so on. Meanwhile, I was busy with wedding preparations and royal etiquette lessons.

After taking a shower, I put on a black nightie and went to the bathroom to dry my hair. Once I dried my hair with a hairdryer, I went back.

"Marcus!" I exclaimed happily as I saw him in my room and rushed towards him.

"Hey bambi." He gave me his charming smile and hugged me.

"I missed you." I confessed and placed a soft kiss on his lips while he was still holding me in his arms tightly.

"I missed you too." He said huskily, cupping my cheek and brushed his lips against mine.

I ran my hands through his hair as he was kissing, licking my neck and slid his hand under my nightie. I pulled his shirt over his head and ran my hands along his firm chest.

"I had been imagining this since this morning." He whispered huskily while placing wet kisses on my neck and squeezed my thigh, making me moan. "The event was a torture for me." He added as he removed the strap of my nightie and bit my shoulder.

"Such a naughty prince!" I teased him.

"It isn't the first time I was called by it." He commented and gave me a mischievous smirk.

I raised my eyebrow. I gritted my teeth, feeling jealous. His photos with different girls flashed in my mind.

"Hmm."

"Paparazzi often call me the naughty prince." He commented arrogantly and grinned mischievously.

"Asshole!" I tapped his chest as I understood that he tried to make me jealous.

"Hey don't swear, bambi, or I will lock you in my dungeon and torture you with my skilled tongue and mouth, making you scream my name out louder and louder." He warned seductively and kissed my lips in a demanding kiss as he lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist as I responded to his mind-blowing kiss as he carried me towards the bed.

He placed me on the bed carefully and crawled on the bed. He crashed his lips against mine as he slid his hand under my nightie, lifting it up while caressing my thigh. I arched my back in sensation. He took off my nightie and threw it away. He moved his lips along my chest, placing several kisses. I shivered in pleasure. All of my cells were burning in desire. I needed him.

"Marcus." I moaned, gripping his hair as his lips were getting down and down.

He placed soft kisses on my stomach as he slid his fingers under my panties and in a flash, he ripped it. I gasped in surprise. I groaned, closing my eyes as he kissed me between my legs.

"Please...I need you." I moaned, closing my eyes shut while he kept torturing me with his tongue and lips.

He got up and took off his clothes quickly. He grabbed the foil and positioned himself between my legs. After putting on the condom, he held my hands above my head in a tight grip as he smashed his lips against mine, devouring my mouth feverishly.

In a flash, he slammed inside me. I groaned into his mouth. He silenced me with his lips as he started thrusting inside me.

I dug my nails into his back as my walls tightened around him and came, screaming his name out, trembling. He followed me and came, screaming my name out. He collapsed on top of me. We were panting.