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It almost worked.

It might’ve worked…if she hadn’t whimpered.

I recognized that whimper. It was one of need, and it cut right through my haze and into my heart. I was conditioned to take care of her, to give her what she needed; and right now, she needed me.

“Rickard,” she moaned. “Rickard, please.”

I unclenched my hands from the fists they’d found themselves in, and leaned over her, placing one hand on either side of her perfect hips.

“Clarissa,” I said in a hoarse voice. “I’m going to fook ye now. Hard and fast, just like I’ve been wanting to since I met ye a year ago.”

She writhed against my cock, and when she moaned, it sounded almost pained. “Thank you, sir.”

I gently pulled back until only the tip of my cock was inside her, and loved the way she gasped in pleasure at the sensation. Then I pushed forward once more, and holy shite did it feel perfect to have her wrapped around me like that.

And that was my last coherent thought.

Chapter 9

Clarissa

My prince fooked me hard and fast, just as he’d promised.

He pushed my knees up against my stomach as his cock slammed into me again and again, and I thought I might pass out from the intense sensation.

The pleasure.

Oh, it had felt divine to ride his cock slowly when he’d pushed into me for the first time, but this…? I adored letting him fook me, letting him do what he wanted with my body.

He was in charge, and I trusted him implicitly.

As he took me, I moved my hand from my folds up to my nipples, squeezing and twisting the way he taught me brought me pleasure. It was like there was some wire connecting my nipples to my cunny, because as soon as I squeezed, I felt my arse almost come off the bed.

I was creeping closer to a precipice, about to fall apart, and I knew he didn’t want me to hold back.

I opened my eyes and found his staring down at me unblinkingly as he fooked me senseless, and just that realization had my pussy muscles tightening in anticipation.

Suddenly, he stopped his thrusts, let go of my knees and grabbed my hips. He pulled me hard up against him, until his cock was buried so deep inside me I swear I felt him pushing against my womb.

He was panting, and I knew he had to be so close to coming, so why had he stopped? Why was he staring down at me like that? And why did it make my cunny tighten even more?

“I love you, Clarissa.”

I shattered.

"Rickard!”

I screamed his name as ecstasy erupted over me, and kept on screaming as he began his thrusts once more.

He groaned along with me, but I wasn’t paying attention; this was the strongest, hardest, most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced, and it was thanks to my prince’s cock deep inside me. With each spasm I felt my heart lurch, my body shiver, as if all of me was focused on the nerve endings between my legs, and I thought I might be dying.

If so, it was the most wonderful death I could’ve imagined.

Just as I found myself able to breathe again—although the tremors were still wracking my body—he stiffened and roared my name.

"Clarissa!”

I felt his liquid heat hit my womb with a thick, hard burst, and as he pulsed inside of me, I remembered what he’d told me about breeding on me.

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