Page 62 of Princess Avenged

Overly strict upbringings are something else we have in common. Her hands shift from my shoulders to my head as she tries to guide me toward her sex. Instead, I rise to full height, pulling the hem of the dress with me.

“The air is cool.” She looks up into my eyes.

“Are you cold, darling?”

She shakes her head, and her long hair swings behind her. I long to free the few pins holding parts of it, but first I must rid her of this dress. I lift it slowly, purposefully keeping my skin from hers as I draw it higher, and she raises her arms to help me remove it.

Taking the garment fully off her, I take a step back. “You are beyond beautiful.”

The moonlight is highlighting her pale skin, licking every curve and peak of her, places I plan to kiss and bite, until there’s no spot I haven’t marked as mine.

I slowly disrobe, and she stands in the moonlight, rubbing her legs together and watching me. My heart is exploding with joy that I get to be with this woman. And that she didn’t push me away when I declared my love.

I didn’t expect her to say it back but admit a small part of me hoped to hear it. But even if her feelings never develop for me in that way, I’m grateful to have what we do have. Grateful to be part of her life and to be able to bed her whenever she chooses to have me.

And right now, she wants to have me. Her body is shaking with need, making me wild with pride and crazy with desire. As much as I want to fuck her, right this second, I plan to draw out this feeling, the utter elation of anticipation as long as I can.

Freed to the cool night air, my cock throbs, protesting my plan, but it can wait. I have far more delicious plans for my Ana.

I step toward her, and she turns to bend over, putting her hands on the boulder, spreading her legs and exposing her sex for me.

A growl erupts from deep in my chest, but not even that temptation will throw me off course. Quickly, I move the cushions, positioning them at a spot I found earlier, close to the water.

Then, without warning, I whisk her off her feet. She gasps as her arms wrap around my shoulders. Her eyes widen and her teeth scrape her lower lip, and I think of at least two more reasons I adore her. I love her sense of adventure, and the trust she offers others—at least those who’ve earned it. And my chest fills with joy that she’s not fighting me, that she’s not questioning what I have planned.

I set her down on the cushions, adjusting them so that she’s comfortable and leaning against a boulder just at the water’s edge, her feet dangling into the lake. Then I step into the water, onto a rocky shelf about three and a half feet down, that extends several feet from the shore.

“Comfy?” I ask.

“Yes, but?—”

Scooping under her knees, I lift her legs, bending them and planting her feet on the granite, leaving her body spread and open.

“I’m on fire,” she says. “I need you inside me.” Her fingers slide toward her sex.

“Not yet, darling. Let me take a good look at you first.” I step back, and the water laps around my legs as she sits panting on the shore, legs spread, sex wet and ready.

I could drink in the sight of her like this all night, but I have other thirsts to quench. I drop to one knee, the underwater shelf putting me just at the right height to access her entire body with my hands and my mouth, just like I hoped, when I had this idea.

The sound of the lapping water fills the air, and I stroke her skin, kissing every part of her I can reach, every part but her sex. I’m quickly drunk on the taste of her, high on my own pleasure and the reactions I sense in the muscles and nerves under her skin—the rush of her blood, the tempo of her breaths, rising along with her arousal. She is on fucking fire.

Scooping a bit of lake water, I dribble some onto one breast.

She gasps at the chill, and I quickly warm the spot with my mouth, sucking off every drop until she’s arching against me, the stiff peak of her nipple trembling between my lips. I repeat the same action with her other breast, and then move back to the first. Over and over, I pour water onto her delicate breasts and drink it off her. I could do this all night, but I move to other parts of her, finding every place just as delicious.

She’s writhing now, under my tongue and my touch, clearly enjoying this, but also wanting so, so much more.

Unable to deny her, I dribble water over her sex. She’s so hot, as each drop lands, I imagine steam rising, and her hips pulse in response.

“Oh, Flame.” Her head tips back.

“I love when you say my name.”

She looks into my eyes. “Flame.” She licks her lips. “Flame. Flame. Flame. I need you inside me. Now. Please.”

Shaking my head I drip more water onto her sex and then bend to slowly lick it off.

Her body arches up against my face and I reward her with a long probing lick through her folds, before sucking the last hints of lake water off her clit.

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