Page 69 of Princess Broken

I assume the sex is over now we’ve been discovered but, as abruptly as he stopped, Flame starts vigorously pumping his hips again, driving his cock deeply and erasing all of my concern that this steward might still be in the room, that they might be able to see us through the glass wall. At this moment, I don’t have any capacity to care whether someone is watching. Nothing matters beyond the way Flame is moving inside me, the way he’s touching my skin and…

He thrusts even harder, more stiffly, then he shouts as his seed shoots inside me. Instantly I’m overtaken by yet another climax. My body shakes, inside and out, and I’m unable to see or hear or feel anything beyond my internal contractions and his hardness fighting against them. It’s like our bodies are in a battle to see who can gain the most pleasure—his weapon thrusting, mine contracting.

And I don’t want this to end. Not ever.

But eventually he draws out of me, and sitting on the bench, he pulls me into his arms and cradles me on his lap. My arms lift up around his neck, and I hold on to him, stroking his throat with my thumbs and fingers and pressing my face against his heaving chest as we both recover from the rigorous activities and our massive orgasms. Having that happen to both of us at the same time made it feel even better. I hope it did for him too.

Slowly, the contractions between my legs subside and I open my eyes, adjusting my head to look up toward him.

Flame’s gorgeous blue eyes are directed straight down at me, and he smiles when our gazes connect.

“Thank you,” he says.

“What for?” I should be thanking him.

His expression turns wistful, and he shakes his head while looking into my eyes. “Fucking is so different with you.”

“Different?”

“Better.”

I smile. “For me too.”

His expression brightens further, his blue eyes fully dancing. “Really?”

I nod. “I’ve never had an orgasm before you.” Although, as I say the words, I realize it’s not one hundred percent true. “During sex.” I clarify.

He looks pleased, even with my qualification.

I didn’t recognize the feeling at the time, but it’s clear I had my first orgasm while Phil was so cruelly grinding against me. But that wasn’t the same. Neither the feeling nor its cause. Phil was trying to punish me, to teach me a lesson, to show me that I couldn’t order him around. What he caused in my body, isn’t in the same category as what happened tonight between me and Flame.

My orgasms tonight were so much more powerful with Flame inside me, the fullness of his cock and the burning heat of his seed amplifying everything I felt.

His bodily fluids seem to act as an accelerant inside mine, and I wonder if that’s true of all species, or if this is something specific to vampires—or even specific to me and Flame. I did, after all, think the word accelerant and Flame does love to start fires.

“How was it different for you?” I ask, feeling bold. “You must have had many partners before me.” I know that he has. I am just the latest of hundreds of women. And he hasn’t responded.

“Partner,” he says thoughtfully. Shifting me, he presses a soft kiss on my lips. “That’s a big part of what was different, I guess.”

“I don’t understand.” I brush my hand over his chest muscles, still amazed by their shape and how they flex when he moves, or when I touch them.

“I’ve fucked a lot of women.” He shakes his head. “Impossible to even estimate the number. Shit, unless we’re on the job, I fuck most days, and I don’t know if I’ve been inside the same hole twice.” He shrugs.

My mind reels, trying to imagine how many women that must be. My hundreds estimate was way low.

He looks thoughtful again. “No. I must have been inside some holes more than once. Especially since we’ve been staying here in Freetown. I mean, statistically…” His voice trails off as if he’s solving the math problem.

I don’t know how to react.

“But the thing is,” he continues, “in all those times, I’ve never used the word partner. Never even thought of that word. There’s never been any kind of mutual…” He glances up for a moment. “Today felt different.”

“For me too.” Although saying that feels odd, given I’ve only ever had one other partner before him. Our situations are in no way comparable.

But before I get a chance to feel insecure about my lack of experience, Flame kisses me again, and it’s the most delicious, most luxurious act I’ve ever been part of. Still kissing me, still holding me in his arms, Flame stands, and together we let the rain-like shower fall down on us from above. It feels fabulous; I could stay in this shower with him forever. That’s one way to make sure we don’t spontaneously combust.

His lips part from mine. “I can’t believe I’ve never done that before.” He releases my legs, letting them drop toward the floor, but he continues to hold me aloft, so our faces are level. “I could kiss you all day long.”

“Sounds good to me.”

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