Page 72 of Stolen Princess

“Yeah, I know you do. Eyes on me. That’s it. Look at you taking me so well. You’re such a good little slut letting me fuck you.”

I nod, staring up into his green eyes, so dark and primal that it makes me shiver with how he wants me.

His hands meet the bed by my head, and he hovers over me as he pummels me. “You have no idea how amazing you feel. Just for me. You want to be fucked more? You want me to take you harder?”

“Oh god, yes.” Pleasure builds between my legs, swirling around my clit and growing from inside me. A delicious friction and ache that’s pulsing, getting hotter, making me tighter, and wetter. He feels it too. His sounds are louder, his movements less controlled.

“That’s it. I’m fucking you so hard, and you’re being so good for me.”

It’s loud and wet, and there’s still a small burn on the other side of the pleasure with every rough thrust he gives me. It’s fast and powerful and so good. The bed bangs into the wall, a perfect accompaniment to every deep, heavy drive.

“Fuck, do I want to come in you.”

I want that too. I want to feel it. I want to see him come undone and know I’m the reason for it. But I keep my mouth shut. I won’t risk what comes with that. Not with a man I already know won’t stick around long.

He’s staring down at where he’s fucking into me, and he licks his lips. I’m stretched around him, my blood still on his cock and lower pelvis. His hands go back to my knees, and he climbs up onto his, holding me open wide, as wide as I can go.

I’m so close. So incredibly close, and I reach down and rub my clit. It’s so hard, and it feels so fucking good.

“Shit, yes. Rub your clit till you come all over my cock. I need to feel it.”

My moans echo through the room, growing louder, unable to be contained. I grab him, bringing him down to me until we’re chest to chest and holding him as we fuck each other, chasing a high I’m both excited and terrified to reach.

He kisses my face and neck, whispering things into my ear. Things like how good I feel, how tight I am, how he loves fucking me, how beautiful I am. How this is just the start, and he’s going to fuck me again and again, every way he can. The closer he gets, the less he holds back, his voice gruff.

He licks my neck, and that’s the final straw. It shoots me over the edge, and I come so fucking hard a scream wrenches from the back of my throat. I cling to him as I ride out wave after wave of pleasure so intense I’m positive I’ll never be the same again.

He fucks me through it, not slowing for a minute. My thoughts splinter, and my vision goes fuzzy, but he’s watching me. I meet his eyes, knowing the risk but doing it anyway, even when I feel myself giving him a piece of me I’ll never get back.

The moment I go slack, he pulls out of me, his chest heaving as he positions himself over me. He gives his glistening cock two jerks, then he’s coming with a loud groan that makes my nipples hard and my pussy clench with aftershocks.

I prop myself up onto my elbows, utterly rapt as white cum shoots out of the angry-looking tip. It spurts onto my belly, the top of my mound, and the bottom of my tits. I realize I sound naïve and innocent or whatever, but I can’t believe he was going to do that inside of me. Yet I’m curious about what it would feel like. Tastes like.

Just as he tasted my blood and my cum, I swirl my finger through his on my belly and bring it to my lips. He watches, his eyes dark and hooded.

“Well?” he prompts.

“Probably tastes better than my blood.”

“Not possible.” He smiles, dips in to kiss me, and climbs off the bed. A moment later, he returns with a warm washcloth, which he uses to clean me up. There wasn’t a lot of blood. Just a little that looked like more. Once I’m cleaned up, he crawls on the bed and props himself up with his elbow, peering down at me. “We need to talk more.”

“You realize I’m naked, right?”

“You realize I have no intention of letting you put clothes on ever again, right?”

I giggle lightly, which feels odd after all I’ve gone through. As if to prove this, he runs his finger along the thin white strips covering the gash on my temple.

“Are you hurting? Scared? I don’t know. I’ve never talked about this sort of thing before, but you can if you need to. It’s fine to, is what I’m saying. You’ve been through a lot, and I don’t… fuck, darlin’, it has me shaken up, so I can’t imagine what it’s like for you.”

I can’t help but be surprised. Tonight did something to him. Shifted something. It scares and delights me, but I’m not going to analyze anything the way my brain is desperate for me to. This isn’t going to be love. He’s not exactly happily-ever-after material. But it’s something real and raw, and I don’t want to turn my back on that. Not yet.

“I have so many thoughts swirling in my head, I hardly know how to process them.”

“It’s crazy to think you could be a princess.”

I close my eyes and shake my head. “I could also not be her. It could all be a series of coincidences.”

“You know it’s not.”