Page 39 of My Prince

“Adalee will be out later to help with the cake,” Fade offered.

“Later when?” Sloane asked. “Are we talking like an hour or…” she trailed off.

“Later,” Fade grunted. “She’ll be out when she’s out.”

Sloane held up her hands defensively. “Okay, okay. We’ll see you two… later.” She threw us a wink, and they both backed out of the doorway and shut the door.

“Maybe we should lock the door,” I suggested, my voice barely above a whisper.

Fade didn’t respond with words. Instead, he pulled me in for a hot, searing kiss that left me breathless. His hands roamed over my body, gripping me tightly. “Fuck it. A god damn tornado could come through, and it’s not going to stop me from fucking you,” he growled against my lips.

His words sent a wave of heat coursing through my veins, igniting a desperate need for him. I moaned into his mouth, my hands fumbling to get his shirt off. The urgency of our movements grew as our clothes flew off in a flurry, landing in a scattered mess around the room.

Fade’s hands were everywhere, worshipping my body with every touch. I pushed him back onto the bed, and I gasped as I felt his hard length press against me when he flipped me over so he was on top of me. He paused for just a moment, looking down at me with a raw hunger that made my heart race.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, cupcake,” he murmured before kissing me again, his lips moving with an urgency that mirrored my own.

I arched my back, grinding against him, desperate for more. “Fade, I need you,” I breathed, my voice trembling with desire.

“You’re going to get all of me, Adalee,” he promised, his voice rough with need.

He moved down, positioning himself between my legs, and with one swift motion, he thrust into me. I cried out in pure ecstasy. He set a hard, relentless pace, each thrust driving me closer to the edge.

His hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer with each movement. “You’re so tight, so fucking perfect,” he groaned, his eyes locked onto mine.

I could barely form words, my mind consumed with the sensations he was creating. “Fade, don’t stop,” I managed to gasp, my nails digging into his back.

He shifted slightly, lifting one of my legs over his shoulder, allowing him to go even deeper. I cried out again, the new angle sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

“Fuck, Adalee,” he growled, his pace never faltering. “I want all of you.”

His words drove me wild, and I felt my orgasm building, my body tensing with anticipation. He must have sensed it because he increased his pace, driving into me harder, faster.

“Fade, I’m going to...” I couldn’t finish the sentence as my orgasm crashed over me, my body convulsing with pleasure. He followed moments later, a guttural moan escaping his lips as he found his release.

He pulled out briefly, turning me over onto my stomach. “We’re not done yet, cupcake,” he murmured, his voice filled with dark promise.

I felt a shiver run down my spine at his words, my body already tingling with anticipation. His hands caressed my back, trailing down to my hips, spreading me open. I moaned, pressing my face into the pillow.

Fade didn’t rush. He took his time, kissing his way down my spine, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. When he reached my ass, he paused, squeezing my cheeks before spreading them apart. I felt his hot breath against my entrance, and my body trembled with anticipation.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his voice sending vibrations through my skin.

I gasped when I felt his tongue, warm and wet, flicker against my entrance. He started slowly, teasing me with light touches, circling around the sensitive skin. I couldn’t help but moan, my hips lifting slightly, wanting more.

“Fade,” I moaned, my voice barely a whisper. “Please.”

He chuckled, his tongue pressing more firmly against me. He licked and sucked, his hands holding me steady. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt before, a mix of pleasure and taboo that made my head spin.

Fade’s tongue worked its magic, exploring every inch, making sure I was thoroughly prepared. My body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation. He licked deeper, his tongue pushing inside me, and I couldn’t stop the moans that escaped my lips.

“You taste so fucking good,” he growled, his voice muffled against my skin.

I writhed, my body craving more. His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as his tongue continued its assault. The feeling was intense, a mixture of pleasure and pressure that left me breathless.

“Fade, I need you,” I gasped, my fingers gripping the sheets.

He pulled back slightly, his tongue replaced by a finger. He pressed it inside me gently, preparing me further. I moaned, pushing back against him, wanting more.

---