Page 115 of Tabloid Princess

When I opened my eyes, I found his startling green gaze focused on my face. Stretching with a smile, I pulled him down to meet my lips. “Ollie. I want to feel you.”

His body tightened, his muscles straining. I gave him a smile, my hand slipping between us, edging down his boxers.

Without a word, he reached over the bedside cabinet and pulled out a small silver packet which he pulled open and then unrolled the condom along his length. I stared mesmerised. I had nothing to gauge it against, but he seemed perfectly formed to me; a gift from the gods.

I wiggled out of my wet knickers and waited for his next move.

His gaze burned up my naked body, resting on my sex. He pulled my legs apart, edging them wide.

I wanted to hide, but the monster growled, telling me to stay in place. His fingers danced back between my legs. The skin there ached at his touch; part satisfied, part still famished with wanton hunger.

Shifting his hips, he positioned himself at my entrance, his tip dipping in where I wanted him most.

“Tell me if I hurt you.” He tilted closer and then thrust inside. It stung for a moment and then he thrust again, deeper and harder. His finger palmed my hair, smoothing the strands as I gasped and moved with him. The third push connected us fully. He tilted my chin and gently kissed my lips, slipping himself back out and then pushing back.

A wave of need crested within me as he settled into a deep and delicious rhythm. Every push, every thrust, pushed me higher. I held onto his shoulder, kissing his skin, pulling his hair.

I lifted my hips to meet him, so he’d go deeper still. He groaned, shivering almost as he rocked backwards and forwards and I met him at every push.

The tingle returned but it had no familiarity to anything I’d ever known. Wild and all encompassing, it bashed over me so hard I could have drowned in it.

“Oliver.” I clutched him tighter, pulling him closer. Every stroke he pushed inside me had me gripping on for dear life.

“Leia.” Pushing up onto his knees he thrust harder and harder, the bed groaned beneath us.

I didn’t care.

Nothing mattered.

Nothing.

I shouted, my breath mixing with my cry until it sounded like a tortured rip straight from my soul.

He slammed home one last time, driving us together and then shuddered, pulsing inside me.

I huffed a breath as he collapsed on me, his hands smoothing my hair, his lips on my mouth.

“Are you okay?” He went to pull out, but I held him still. I didn’t want to ever not feel him there.

“Don’t move.”

“Are you hurt?” His expression flashed with concern.

“No. No, I’m perfect.”

“I could have told you that.” His mouth curved into my favourite smile.

He watched me and I watched him. Then he slipped out of me and did whatever it is he needed to do with the condom before settling at my side, pulling me tight into his arms. “Can you stay a while?”

I stopped myself from answering, ‘Forever’, and instead snuggled into his hold.

One thing was perfectly clear. Our love could never be exposed. To do so would destroy us all. Destroy everything

Twenty-Three

Nana eyed me over the kitchen table. Her face said it all. No words were needed.

“What?” I squirmed.