Page 115 of Stolen Princess

I work the shirt over her cast, my lips never straying far from hers.

I’m caked in grime, blood, and pond water. They gave me fresh clothes, but fuck, the thought of a shower is about to make me come as hard as she will. I’m also in some pain. The drugs are wearing off, and I wonder if she is too. I pull back, breaking the kiss and raggedly drawing in air.

“Are you in pain?” The hospital did a good job cleaning her up. Her face is still all bruised, but her cuts are bandaged nicely, and it looks like they glued up the large cut on her face.

“I’m okay. Are you?”

“Nothing I can’t manage.”

I remove the sling, and she helps me gingerly remove my shirt. I have stitches on both the front and back of my shoulder, and she gasps when she sees them. “Jesus, Ferrin.”

“I was lucky. A few centimeters lower and it would have gotten my heart or nicked my lung.”

I take her casted arm in my hand and twist it around so I can kiss her fingertips that are poking through the plaster. “How’d this happen?”

She shakes her head. “Not now. Later, okay?”

I nod. I get it.

I take her straight to the shower, working to strip her out of her clothes. I’m a mess, and she is too. I cover her cast with a plastic bag and start the shower. I can’t lift her up. I can’t hold her weight. If she were attacked right now, I have no clue how I’d defend her. We both need time to heal. Time to figure this all out.

Do I stay here through that? Is it even an option? This is a royal palace. I’m more or less a street kid. I can’t just move in here. But on the flip side, I don’t think I can leave her again.

We both groan in pleasure at the feel of the hot water. I take the soap in my good hand and rub it all over her body, creating lather and touching her soft skin. She washes me in return, both of us clumsy and one-handed. It makes us laugh, but when my hand slides down her belly to her cunt, that laugh turns to a sigh.

I need to fuck her gently when gentle is the last thing I want to be right now.

I take her mouth again and walk her until her back hits the wall. Her arms encircle my neck, her cast heavy and the plastic scratchy, but I don’t care. I lift her left leg up my hip and rock into her, sliding my cock along her pussy.

She shakes, her chest heaving as she holds me against her, kissing me as hard as I’m kissing her. My hand replaces my cock, and I rub her, swirling two fingers around her clit before I slide them down and push inside of her. We both groan at the feel. Me at how hot and tight and wet she is. Her at how deep I go in, how I stretch her so perfectly and rub her front wall, knowing exactly how she likes it.

She’s mine. Mine to command. Mine to protect. Mine to worship.

Her hand grips my cock, and Christ, she knows how to make me see fucking stars. She strokes and squeezes while licking my lips and playing with my tongue. I pump into her hand as my fingers pump into her cunt. I want to see her pleasure. I want to watch as she loses her mind. Only I get to touch her. Only I get to feel this.

The way I crave her makes me ache.

I’d die for this woman. Give her anything I had. She owns me, body and soul.

I slink down her neck to her breasts. I can’t use my left hand to cup it, and it pisses me off. I flick my tongue over her nipples until she sighs for me. My cock strains in her hand, and I nearly come when she pumps me and moans. I want her to come, but I want to be inside her and feel her come. As if having the same thought, she guides me toward her entrance until my cock nudges against my fingers.

I slip them from her and paint her nipples with her arousal before I suck it straight off them. My cock throbs, and I’m lost. I straighten my spine, stare into her eyes, and slip straight inside of her.

“We need to figure out birth control,” I manage, though it’s a feat given how good she fucking feels. “I’ll never be able to wear a condom with you. It’s always going to be like this, and I’ll get you pregnant…” I trail off because not only is the rest of it self-explanatory, but my dick surges once again, harder than fucking steel. It makes no sense, and yet it also makes me rabid.

Maybe all of that wouldn’t be so bad with my princess. If it’s what she wants, I’ll give her that. I’ll give her anything I can.

“I liked it when you came on me,” she says breathlessly as she angles her back and opens herself up for me. I hold onto her hip with my good hand and push harder into her before I slowly pull out and do it again. Hard thrust then slow drag. Making sure she takes every inch.

“Baby, I’m going to be coming on you a lot. But I need to come in you now. I need to feel all of you. I can’t pull out. It’s you and me right now, and we’re going to come together like this.”

I want to touch her hair. I want to touch her everywhere, and I can’t, and it’s killing me.

“And if I get pregnant?”

My heart races, and I lick the seam of her lips. “Then he or she better have your smile.”

The angle is fucked, and I pull out of her and spin her around before I push back into her. Her casted arm goes above her head, and she slides her face so I can still kiss her. My hand comes around her, and I press down on the top of her mound, adding pressure to her clit while I drive into her, rocking and pushing more than fucking.