Page 75 of Stolen Princess

My heart starts to race, and I nestle in closer, blowing cool air on her warm pussy.

She shivers, and her hand moves down her stomach as she releases a heavy, sleepy moan. I blow more cool air on her but punctuate it by circling her clit with my tongue.

“What are you doing?” she mumbles, even as she glides her feet up so her knees are propped up on either side of me.

“Are you sore now?”

“Yes,” she replies, and that shouldn’t make me happy, but it does.

“Good.” With that, I give her pussy a deep, plunging kiss. So sweet and delicate. I groan, insatiably hungry for her. Licking my lips, I play with her. Nibbling the soft skin of her lips and splitting them with my tongue. “Open up for me, princess, or I’ll do it for you.”

Her thighs spread, and I take advantage, sliding my hand under her ass so I can lift her to my mouth.

She whimpers, her fingers combing through the top of my hair in her attempt to hold me in place. Her eyes pinch shut, and she sucks in a shaky breath as I thrust my tongue up into her.

“Princess, fuck,” I groan. “That’s it. Just like that, darlin’.”

I called her Desta last night. It was intentional, but I don’t think she’s going to want me to regularly call her that, and I’m not sure I can call her Genevieve again. I had enough trouble saying it before when I thought it was her name, but knowing it’s not, I can’t call her it.

I squeeze her ass in my hand and crouch up onto my knees so I can get deeper into her. Eating pussy isn’t something I particularly spent a lot of time doing before—sort of like kissing—but with her, I can’t get enough. I could honestly eat her cunt for hours.

I want to fuck her again, but I know if I fuck her now, I’ll want to do it again immediately after I finish. Then likely again. We won’t leave this hotel room, and we need to. Other than the sea, I murdered a man in cold blood in this town last night. I scoped the businesses and buildings on my way, but that doesn’t mean I missed a camera, and my face wasn’t exactly hidden, despite the disguise.

Her hips rock into me as she gets closer, her breathing coming out in soft pants. “Ferrin,” she moans, and my dick surges, my body on fire. I’m lost in her. In how her scent and taste travel through my lips and tongue and warm my muscles, making me primal. I want to stop time, but the clock is already ticking. Soon enough, I’ll have to give this up.

I stare up at her from between her thighs, across the valley of her stomach, and through the span of her tits.

She’s not mine. She’ll never be mine. I knew that from the start. That even though I knew better than to want her, I did anyway. I’m already dreading giving her up.

Why her?

Why does it have to be the one woman to put air in my lungs and life in my blood that I can’t keep?

I push all that aside and focus on what’s in front of me. Literally.

I push two fingers into her and fuck her with them. I don’t bang into her. Not the way I did last night when I fucked her. I suck her clit into my mouth and flick it with my tongue while my fingers find her front wall and gently coax her into pleasure.

Her body responds instantly. No longer easy or light moans, she’s on the edge, and I’m pushing her right over it.

With one hard suck on her clit, she comes on a high-pitched squeal, her hand tearing at my hair as she comes all over my face. She grinds and rubs and gets me messy. Her legs fall limp, and her grip goes slack. I climb up her body, a stupid grin on my face that I can’t wipe off. I hover over her, staring down into her pretty eyes that are more slate than silver right now.

I dip and kiss her, swirling my tongue straight into her mouth. She tries to pull me down to her, but I shake my head. If I get on top of her naked body now, I’ll never get off it.

“We need to get going.”

She frowns. “How come? I thought I was here until the festival tomorrow.”

“We shouldn’t stay here. The police could be looking for us, and it won’t take them long to figure out where we are. Besides, I seem to remember something about you wanting to go to the seaside.”

Her eyes brighten. “Really?”

“Safer than here. Your mother knows where we are, and it won’t be long before Sven comes looking.”

I haven’t gone through Lars’s phone yet. I need to. I need time to do that, which is why I woke her so early.

“Get yourself ready. I’m going to my room to do the same, and I’ll knock on your door in an hour. Don’t open the door to anyone else. I don’t care who they say they are. No one.”

“Got it.” She chews on her lip. “We have more to talk about.”