Page 54 of Dare

And he lost it.

Releasing my nipple and seizing my ass, the villain prince hoisted me forward, thrashing my pussy against his cock and whisking his hips in unison. The chemise’s hem flipped high, the brunt of his thrusts making my tits jostle.

My unruly, wet hair fell over my upturned face, and my fingers sank into his mane for leverage. Sobs tore from me, plaintive and demanding. The commotion tumbled out in short bursts. Each one incited the prince, his hands snatching me so tightly, I would bruise later.

Our bodies smashed into one another like cannonballs. Our rhythm surged from eager to frenzied. Greed shredded my thoughts to bits, drowning out the last vestiges of morality.

I flew at him. Scrambling from his arms, I whipped around and landed once more on his cock. With my back facing him, I didn’t have to see, didn’t have to stare. My fingers braced on his thighs as I matched the prince’s frantic pace, slamming my damp hips against his, jutting my cunt into his erection, chasing this upheaval, this disorder, this pandemonium.

Grunting, he fisted my slick hair and lunged his ass. Hard and fast and rough, he charged us toward release, toward a turbulent end, the chaos escalating as quickly as it had begun. I curled my spine, my naked backside exposed under the chemise, and flayed my pussy with his length, desperate to free myself from this need, to peel it from me like a layer of flesh. As the pace increased, we belted into one another, and I didn’t know anymore, and I didn’t think anymore, and I didn’t care anymore.

And please. And more.

Detestable pleasure spiraled between my thighs, building, mounting. With punishing shoves of his waist, the prince groaned and unleashed, pistoning to beat the climax out of me. My pussy rippled against the head of his cock, the crescendo tearing through my walls.

I came with my mouth ajar. A scream pushed against my tongue, but I refused to let it out, all the while my body convulsed on his lap.

Lightning charged through my blood, electrifying me down to the bone, the intense pleasure beyond any zenith that had come before. I pitched my backside, bucking hard and reaping the sensation to its final tremor.

The prince rammed his face into my nape and bit back a growl. His hips froze, his cock twitching through the pants, on the brink of spilling. The instant I sagged, he batted me away. Still reeling from the climax, I scurried off his lap.

With a hiss, he wrenched himself in the opposite direction and fumbled rapidly with the closures of his pants. Out of eyeshot, the prince freed his erection. Spasms racked his frame, low groans chuffed from his mouth, and his tip streamed into the sand.

After another moment, he slumped. Shifting to make sure I still couldn’t see a thing, the prince bowed his head, one palm flat on the ground and the other groping his cock.

I yanked down my chemise and jerked the bodice straps in place. My breath struggled to catch up, my heart battering into my chest.

Rain pummeled the cove. The weight of what happened drove us apart, the remnants of pleasure tingling across my skin as I tucked myself under the blanket. And although the prince kept his back to me, I imagined his calamitous features reflecting my own.

Divine Seasons. What had we just done?

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Flare

My eyes flew open and landed on a bulky form. The unconscious prince faced me, though we’d been turned away from one another last night. Resting on his side, the Royal’s substantial body loomed like a shield, those bloated muscles contorting with his intakes.

As the blanket rustled over my waist, I noticed the material covered only me, whereas the prince slept exposed with only his clothing to shield him from the elements. Had I twisted in my sleep and stolen his half of the blanket? And why did I care? He didn’t deserve my concern, no matter what we’d done to each other.

No matter how intense it had felt. No matter how violently I came. No matter how I’d shaken down to the marrow.

He could have used this lapse to his advantage. I glanced at where we’d discarded our weapons, checking to make sure he hadn’t pulled a fast one while I slept off the climax.

Reassured the dagger and knife were in their rightful spots, I swung my attention back to the lump beside me. Up close, he had the longest eyelashes I’d ever seen, the black threads complimenting the dark blue shade lining them. The man breathed quietly while sleeping, as if he never stopped concentrating or problem solving.

Tilting my head, I stared. And stared. And stiffened when his eyelids flapped open. Irises made of crystals ensnared me, riveted by my features before sharpening with realization.

The lightning rain. His pupils swallowing me whole. Bleeding and dripping and seething into one another’s faces. My pussy writhing on his cock. Our hips crashing together.

I hate you so much.

My mouth falling open. His mouth compressing. Our bodies coming hard.

The flashback worked like a stick of dynamite. Fully awake, we jolted backward.

Within seconds, we put as much distance between us as possible, shooting from the blanket and feigning preoccupation with our supplies. They had survived the siege, whereas the prince and I had been lashed by the droplets. At least, our wounds had dried, and neither of us said a thing about the storm.

While smacking sand from my clothes, I caught the prince assessing my wounds, that explicit stare pinching my nerves. “What?”

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