Page 68 of Stolen Princess

Wildly, she shakes her head.

“It’ll be like what I did to your mouth when I kissed you.”

I pull her thigh toward me, angling her hips away from the wall to open her up more for my inspection.

She’s shaking harder, and I like that. I like that she’s nervous. I like that I’m the only one to touch her. To taste her. I won’t be her last—I already know that—but I’ll be her first. I’ll be the one she compares everyone else to. I’ll make fucking sure of it. I already know, without even tasting or feeling her yet, that that’s how she’ll be for me.

She’s young, and she’ll get where she needs to be, and she’ll move on past the thief she slummed it with once. But it won’t be that way for me. I’ve had other women. It’ll always be her after this.

I start with her entrance, swirling my tongue around it, licking her wetness. I groan into her, my eyes closing because fucking hell, she tastes so goddamn good. She cries out in shock and pleasure as I suck her clit into my mouth, then release it so I can rub my tongue all over her sensitive skin.

“Ferrin!”

My cock surges, and my hunger grows with my name on her lips. A name no other woman has said that way because she’s the only one I’ve ever told it to. I still don’t know why I did other than I couldn’t handle her calling me fucking Rhys anymore.

I dive between her legs, eating her like a starved man. She fists the top of my hair, arching my neck while I nibble and suck and lick. She’s losing her mind. She has no clue what to do with this. Her fingers in her cunt last night were a weak appetizer to what I can give her.

I peek up at her, grinning at her holding herself up by pressing a hand into the wall by the shower lever. At her head that’s tilted back, her eyes that are closed, and her lips that are parted.

“Do you like it?”

She nods, flushing again.

“Tell me.”

“Yes. It um. It feels really good. I didn’t expect it…” She emits a breathy laugh. “It feels really good.”

“Wait till I make you come on my face.”

My tongue swirls a circle around her clit, and I watch her before I dive back into her cunt, gripping her ass cheeks and shoving my face deeper into her. Claiming her as hard as I can. I twist a finger around her entrance before I ease it up, forcing myself not to ram it in.

Virgin. She’s a virgin.

I can feel that with how motherfucking tight she is on just one finger.

“So soft and tight,” I murmur into her. “So hot and wet for me.”

I hold her eyes, letting her watch me as I lick her. Play with her. Flick her firm clit with my tongue. I pump into her, showing her how it’ll be when she’s on my cock before I slide my tongue inside of her along with my finger. She needs to be dripping if she’s going to manage my size.

“Ready for more?” I ask, though I don’t wait for an answer before I add a second finger. She arches against the wall at the intrusion, my fingers a lot thicker than hers, but I suck her clit back into my mouth to ease any burn or sting.

“Oh god!” she moans as I move my fingers up and down, forward and back, scissoring them inside of her, stretching her out, fucking her front wall.

She’s breathing rapidly, her thighs shaking harder, and I pick up my pace. Her hand in my hair fists tighter as my fingers and tongue move faster.

“You’re going to come so much harder than you did last night,” I warn her. “You can feel that. Can’t you?”

She nods vigorously.

I give her clit more attention while fucking my fingers into her until my knuckles slam into her, unable to go any deeper. She’s wiggling her hips, climbing up onto her toes, and squeezing her thigh around my neck. She’s losing it. Out of control, and it’s so goddamn hot to see. Her clit pulses against my lips, and I scrape it with my teeth, adding a zap of pain and seeing if she can take it.

She does. She even moans louder for me.

“This time, I’m going to be the one tasting your cum. Then I’m going to make you my sweet little whore when I fuck the virgin out of you.”

“Yes,” she moans, and I can feel her orgasm building with the way her pussy flutters and clenches around my fingers. This one taste won’t be enough. I’m going to crave more of her. She’ll look at me or do something simple like smile, and I’ll be hard and have to have her.

Giving her up will be impossible, and I haven’t even been inside of her yet.