Page 34 of My Prince

Fade’s chest trembled beneath me again. “I think I can help with that.”

As Fade and I began to untangle ourselves from each other, I could feel his strong arms reluctantly releasing their hold around my waist. I tried not to cover myself, not to hide from him. He had already told me he liked what he saw, and I wanted to believe him, to embrace being in the moment with him.

“I’ll meet you upstairs, cupcake. I’ll lock up,” he said, his voice low and soothing.

I nodded, grabbing our discarded clothes off the floor. I scurried up the stairs, fighting my insecurities the whole way. Once I reached the loft, I tossed our clothes in the corner and fell into bed. I listened to the sounds of Fade checking the locks on the doors below; each click a reminder that he was making sure we were safe. Then the lights went out, and everything was plunged into darkness. I reached over to turn on the dim bedside lamp and waited.

The sound of him climbing the winding staircase reached my ears, each step bringing him closer to me. My heart flipped when I saw him appear at the top of the stairs, silhouetted against the faint light from the window.

“Did you just walk around naked while locking up?” I laughed, unable to keep the amusement out of my voice.

Fade looked down at his body and then back at me, a mischievous grin on his lips. “Well, you brought my clothes up, and I know I’m not done with you yet.”

His words sent a rush of heat through my body. I watched as he stalked toward the bed, his gaze never leaving mine. The intensity in his eyes made my heart race, and I wanted him so badly, even though we had just been together minutes ago. The urge to ask him if he really wanted me again was strong, but I managed to swallow the words, not wanting to break the spell between us.

Fade slipped into bed next to me, gathering me in his arms. His touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine. He kissed me with a renewed hunger, his hands roaming over my body with an urgency that matched my own desire.

He shifted, positioning himself above me. He looked into my eyes, his gaze filled with raw need. “I want you again, Adalee,” he whispered, his voice thick with passion.

I barely had time to respond before his lips were on mine again, and he entered me with a swift, powerful thrust. The sensation was overwhelming, and I clung to him, my fingers digging into his back as he moved inside me. Each movement was quick and intense, a reflection of our shared desire.

Fade’s hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer to him with every thrust. My body arched beneath him, meeting his movements with a desperate need of my own. The heat between us built rapidly, and I could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter.

He kissed my neck, trailing his lips down to my collarbone, and I moaned in response, the sound escaping me before I could stop it. His name was a whisper on my lips as I felt the first wave of release wash over me, my body trembling with the force of it.

Fade followed moments later, his movements becoming more frantic before he finally stilled, his body shuddering against mine. He collapsed beside me, both of us breathing hard, our bodies slick with sweat.

For a moment, we just lay there, basking in the afterglow of our passion. I turned my head to look at him, and he met my gaze with a satisfied smile.

“You’re incredible, Adalee,” he said, his voice a soft murmur.

I smiled back, feeling a sense of contentment settle over me. “So are you, Fade.”

Fade shifted, reaching for the blanket, and pulled it over us. He settled back into the bed, holding me close.

“Tomorrow is going to be crazy, isn’t it?” I asked sleepily.

“That’s all part of being with the Iron Fiends, cupcake. You never know what is going to happen next.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Sleep, cupcake. I’ve got you.”

I closed my eyes, snuggling into his chest, feeling his warmth surround me. “Goodnight, Fade,” I whispered, my voice heavy with sleep.

“Goodnight, Adalee,” he murmured.

I didn’t know what was going to happen tomorrow or even next week, but right now, I was pretty damn happy in Fade’s arms.

Chapter Fifteen

Fade

“I made coffee,” I said, watching Adalee make her way down the stairs like a zombie. She headed straight for the coffee maker, grabbed a cup, and filled it to the brim.

“Did y—”

She held up her hand to silence me, sipping her coffee. “No talky before the coffee,” she whispered, pointing to the cup halfway down. “We talk when the coffee is here.” She walked over to the couch and tucked her legs under her while she sipped her coffee.

I leaned against the kitchen cabinets and folded my arms over my chest, observing her. Adalee was obviously not a morning person—at least not until she had, at minimum, half a cup of coffee in her.

Even in her groggy state, she was beautiful. Her messy, tousled reddish-brown hair fell around her face in waves, and she had thrown on a pair of short shorts and a white tank top. The morning light highlighted her features, making her look almost ethereal. Her perky nipples were visible through the thin fabric of the tank top, and the sight sent a surge of desire through me.

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