Page 14 of Princess Avenged

“Sorry.”

I shake my head. Undeterred, I grasp his erection, pulling down the skin near the top to more fully expose the shiny head now so filled with blood I can see it moving under his skin. Some of his seed emerges to tempt me, so I lick it off, running my tongue through the slit there and gripping him more tightly to hold him just where I want. His rod fights to move in my hands and the power of it astounds me.

My tongue continues to lap and explore the exposed skin, and then I slide my fingers up and down his shaft. I experiment, alternating between licking and sucking his head, loving the taste of him, and loving even more the way his body reacts to everything that I do.

Crusher’s fighting to stifle his sounds, as if he too realizes that when the others awake, we’ll be forced into facing real life. But for now, the two of us can subsist in this fantasy land.

Emboldened, I stretch my lips to take his entire head inside my mouth. Raising my gaze to meet his, I’m rewarded by obvious ecstasy in his eyes. He’s propped up on his elbows now, looking down at me as I circle and suck, using my lips, my tongue, my fingers, letting my hands rise and fall, varying their grip and their speed.

Sliding my sex over his thigh, I love how his muscles push against me, how my dampness eases my movements, building up friction and heat between us.

Under my straddled legs, his bends, lifting me.

I lose my balance, and his cock strikes the back of my throat. I gag. He drops his leg. His eyes show his regret, but I have none. I want more. I want to take him all in. Take as much of him between my lips as I had in my ass last night.

Shifting my position, I devour as much as I can, letting him strike the back of my throat, not gagging this time. Then I lick his underside as I bob over as much of him as I can take inside my mouth. It doesn’t seem nearly enough. Maybe if I relax my throat, change my angle…

Triumph floods through me as Crusher’s thickness slides down my throat.

I can’t breathe like this, but who cares. As a vampire, I can go a very long time without air in my lungs, and right now I’d rather asphyxiate than lose the opportunity to swallow Crusher.

I take more and more of him down, loving the feel of his velvety skin on my tongue, loving how his head slides against the inside of my throat, and how his body continues to respond to every slight change in my actions.

“Fuck. Ana.” His hands land on my head, holding me still, and my tongue rubs the ridge on the back of his cock.

“Fuck.” His hips jerk. His seed rushes out, hitting my stomach, and overwhelming me with unexpected pleasure. I orgasm, fighting not to bite down on him as my body convulses and he continues to hold my head still, my mouth locked around him.

I’m still trying to suck as hard as I can, when he lifts me fully off him, and I gasp at the unexpected change, my throat and mouth feeling empty. But my belly is full of his seed, its effects spreading through me.

In a flash, Crusher flips me onto my back and lands with his lips between my legs.

My hands fly down to his thick hair, as his tongue laps through my folds, stroking hard and then lightly, making me quiver even though I just had a release. A release without him even touching me. But he’s certainly touching me now.

His tongue stabs into me, stroking inside, swirling and curving, and then it slides up to flick over my clit.

I cry out. One of his hands reaches up to cover my mouth, and my fingers stroke through the luxury of his thick hair, as his lips lock over my clit. Then he sucks it, hard.

Exploding again, I writhe as he draws my sensitive nub firmly between his lips and continues to absorb my sounds of pleasure with his palm held firmly over my lips. As my contractions continue, his mouth shifts to suck my juices straight out of my pussy. And as fast as he laps them up, my body produces more. Soon, one of his fingers is sliding inside me, and his mouth returns to my clit.

My tongue licks the palm that’s still firmly over my mouth, and he pushes a second finger inside me, pumping harder as he sucks my now overly sensitive nub. I try not to scream against his palm as my body explodes yet again. The weight of his body holds me down as I contract with so much force, I feel sure his fingers will break.

“I love you,” Crusher says against my quivering sex. And then he looks up into my eyes. “You are my life now, Ana. My number one priority, forever. You are all I will ever need. Even if you can never forgive me, always remember that I love you. Even if you hate me forever, I will always and completely love you.”

I want to respond, to tell him I couldn’t possibly hate him, but his hand is too firmly over my mouth, and Blade and Flame are awake and kneeling beside us.

Chapter

Seven

Crusher

Flame pulls Ana more tightly against his side.

Flanking Ana, Flame and Blade are facing me on one of the most beautiful beds I’ve ever seen, in one of the most luxurious rooms I’ve ever been in, reminding me I’m in a palace.

But although Ana’s palace bedroom is undoubtedly opulent, it’s also comfortable—all lush fabrics and soft lighting—and yet I feel none of that offered comfort right now.

Sitting opposite the three of them on the bed, I’m positioned as if I’m on trial. I deserve to be.

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