Evageline never imagined she would love to leave her home behind.

The carriage shook as it moved, and she was looking outside through the window with Dean the whole time. Her dress was comfortable around her body and she couldn't help but wonder if she would actually be back for Michael's wedding now she had finally left.

"Will we stop by the waterfall?" the black haired princess questioned her husband, unable to forget how his brother her mentioned the place when they dinnered together.

"Do you want to pass by the waterfall?" he asked and she turned to look at him, seeming surprised.

"I do. Lady Jessica blushed thinking of it," Evangeline smiled, moving her blue eyes back to the outside. "I want to blush thinking of it too."

Dean laughed and moved his hand to her chin, pulling her to look back at him and then kissed his wife on the lips.

"Of course, my beloved lady. We can go wherever you want."

She smiled, her hand moving to his hair and tugging on it slightly, which made him growl.

Not even thinking, the princess stood up and sat on his lap, giggling.

Smiling wickedly, Dean put his hands under her dress, pushing it up until he was touching her creamy thighs while his lips attacked hers. Evangeline didn't know how long she was there before her hips were grinding onto his, but she knew she wanted more of that feeling.

"My naughty little princess," he smirked, his now full erection rubbing against her and making her shamefully wet. "Right here?"

"It's not like anyone is here," Evangline argued, blushing. "We are alone and married. They can shut their mouths if it annoys them."

He laughed, making his chest tremble, and reached out to close the windows before circling her waist with his arms.

"Let's give them a reason to be annoyed, then."

Dean opened his wife's dress and she leant to kiss him while he undressed her.

"My pretty princess," he whispered, helping the princess out of her undergarments and moving his hand to her womanhood, caressing her velvet lips. "My wet princess… Always so ready for me."

Evangline blushed, letting out a soft moan and he circled her bud of nerves.

"Dean!" she yelped.

He smiled wickedly and shook his head, licking his lips.

"What?"

Evangeline squirmed as his finger insisted on stimulating her.

It felt too good. Every time he flicked her little button, pleasure washed over her body and the princess couldn't help but get wetter and more and more squirmy.

"Dean," she felt her legs clenching.

He entered his wife with a finger, not stopping his thumb, and Evangeline closed her eyes.

"Do you like this, my love?" he asked in a dark, low voice, and the brunette nodded.

Her head fell back for a moment. Ever since they had consummated their marriage, he found the act of making her reach her peak with his fingers very entertaining.

When Evangeline finally did so, now, he pulled his fingers from inside her and made his wife look him directly in the way.

Dean smiled, lifting her enough so he could pull his manhood out, entering her slowly and her jaw fell open as he put his head in the crook of her neck.

"Keep this feeling in your mind," he said, moving his lips to his wife's ear.

"Why?" she managed to let out.

"Cause I'm gonna love you like this every day, my princess," he moved her up and then down, making her yelp. "Every single day."

Well… She could grow to love that.