Page 69 of Taken By the Shadow Prince

I nearly dissolve at the touch.

Armin backs me up until I’m pinned beneath him on his bed, his mouth never leaving mine. His hands drift to the hem of my pants, and I lift my hips to help him get them off me. “We really do have somewhere to be,” he says against my lips.

I help him out of his trousers, too. “Then I suppose we’ll have to make this fast.”

He chuckles before sliding his tongue against the seam of my lips. I open for him as he pulls my underwear down my legs, and I spread them wider before helping him with his own pants.

We don’t even bother with our shirts.

Armin’s hands slide underneath mine, on top of it, but he must not be lying about being in a hurry, because we leave them on.

I help him lower his pants until he can only kick them off, and then bring my hand to his length and pump it once, twice.

“No time,” he breathes. “We can have fun with our hands later tonight.”

I laugh and let my hands wrap around his neck as Armin slides his cock against my entrance and slowly pushes inside me.

A low moan rumbles out of me, and my hips instantly work to create more friction, to rub him against the spot deep inside of me. “How commemorative this is,” Armin says as he pulls out, “Of our first night here.”

I nod. “Commemorate faster, please. I’m not in the mood for teasing.”

He chuckles. “As you wish.”

Armin pumps himself back inside of me, and we’re working together, a mess of sweat and limbs and grunts and gasps as we fall apart all while trying to keep ourselves together.

One of his hands drifts to my clit and he circles it with the pad of one finger as he picks up speed, closing in on his climax as my own builds at the base of my spine.

Arming rolls his hips, pushes in and out of me, teases my clit, and kisses me with everything in him. My fingernails claw at his back and he groans. “Fuck,” he lets out. “I love it when you do that.”

I pull away from his mouth just long enough to say, “I know.”

“Mavey,” he whispers. “I love you. You know that, right?”

I nod, unable to get words out as his pace, his rhythm, has my head tossing back, away from his mouth.

“And you love me?”

I make myself speak, now. I know he just wants to hear it, even if he’d never ask me to say it out loud.

“Yes,” I get out between breaths. “I love you.”

With one final thrust, Armin rocks himself against that spot inside of me, and we’re coming together, our bodies undulating together until he drops down onto the mattress beside me and pulls me into his arms. “I’d do anything for you, okay? I mean it.”

I nod. “I believe you.”

He presses a kiss to my temple. “You will. Now come on, let’s go wash ourselves off. We’ve got somewhere to be, Mavey.”

“So you keep saying.” I pause. “Where are we going?”

He waves a hand in the air. “I’d rather not say.”

“I am not comforted by that.”

He laughs and kisses me on the lips this time before pulling me off the mattress. “Just trust me, alright?”

So I nod, because I do.

Even if I am scared a little bit shitless as I think of what he could possibly have planned.

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