Page 54 of Twisted Princess

“Take me to bed?” she murmurs when I finally release her.

Easing my still throbbing length out from between her ass cheeks, I scoop her into my arms, carrying her like a bride.

“Your stitches!” Mel objects, trying to climb down.

“I promise fighting me on this is going to be worse for them than letting me have my way,” I assure her darkly, and Mel immediately stops squirming.

“You’re so freaking impossible,” she grumbles, but she leans in to press her lips to the hollow of my throat. And their silken softness makes my pulse roar.

Because she’s being feisty, when I reach the bed, I give her a moment’s freefall rather than laying her down nicely. Mel squeals as she hits the mattress with a bounce, and before she can scold me, I’m on top of her.

Spreading her thighs with my hips, I align our bodies. And in one fluid motion, I enter her wet depths. Mel’s breath rushes between my lips as I claim them, my tongue sliding inside her mouth to taste her deeply.

And without missing a beat, we’re back to the sensual bliss of seeking each other’s pleasure.

Arm wrapped around her waist, I roll us until she’s on top, and Mel picks up the rhythm. She rides me, her nipples grazing across my chest, her hair feathering across my skin. And her tight pussy grips me as she slides up and down my hard length.

I’m so close to the brink, my balls tightening, my cock throbbing painfully with each deep penetration. And my animal instincts take over. Rolling back on top, I thrust powerfully inside her.

Mel’s body rocks beneath me, her tits bouncing as the headboard starts to groan. But I can’t stop. I can’t slow down.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” I growl.

Lips trapped between her teeth to stop herself from crying out, Mel nods. And her legs wrap around my hips as she holds on for dear life.

“Oh, fuuuuuck,” she sobs. “Oh god. Shit. I’m gonna come!”

I snarl as her pussy clamps down around my cock, gripping it like a vise. I can feel the blood hammering through my swollen length, my balls tightening. And I know I’m right behind her.

Crushing my lips to hers, I swallow her cry of ecstasy as I pour my seed deep inside Mel. Throbbing around me, she pulls me deeper still, urging every last drop from me until our mingled cum trickles from her entrance.

Every inch of us is covered in sultry sweat, our slick bodies glued together as we breathe heavily. I can’t tell where my limbs end and hers begin. And it feels so intensely satisfying, I could almost fall asleep right here. On top of her. Buried in her heavenly depths.

I’ve never felt for anyone the way I feel for Mel. Everything about her draws me in, ensnaring me, captivating me to the point that I would give anything for her.

I’m so deeply in love with her that it hurts.

And I know that it’s risky to feel so passionately for her. Because it means she could utterly destroy me. But after tonight, I can’t bring myself to care.

I’ll take the risk.

And hopefully, she’s ready to see it through this time.

After stealing one last sinfully enticing kiss, I ease out of Mel and roll onto the bed beside her. Mel hums contentedly, her arms and legs sprawled carelessly across the bed.

A smile tugs at my lips as my darker side dares me to upturn the apple cart, and I turn my head to study her blissful expression. “Does this mean you forgive me for leaving you with Denka and making you worry?” I tease gently.

Mel sits up and swivels to face me, her legs crossing as she arches one eyebrow imperiously. “That depends.”

“On?”

Her eyes shift to the bandage on my ribs. “Whether you actually took care of yourself like you said you would.” She doesn’t ask permission as she reaches across my body to carefully peel up one side of the adhesive.

She tsks, her eyes casting sideways at me disapprovingly.

“Hey, I stitched myself up again,” I say defensively, wondering if I popped a few stitches in the throes of passion.

“What, with one hand while you steered the car with the other?” Her tone is scathing, but there’s humor in the twitch of her lips.

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