Page 53 of The Broken Prince

Her eyes were locked on mine as she drank, licking her lips when she was done, enticing me whether it was intentional or not. “I’m glad he’s accepted you. We have a war to win, and that should be our focus.” The flames highlighted her features in a beautiful glow, the kind that made her pale skin rosy. Blood pumped through her veins, made the artery at her neck twitch, but I desired only her flesh.

I didn’t crave her taste whatsoever. “I agree.”

Her eyes stared at my face but slowly moved down, taking in my nearly naked appearance, climbing over the hardness of my bare flesh. But she didn’t step toward me, didn’t make a move, even though she clearly wanted to. “When the fuck are you going to kiss me?” Her voice was quiet and sultry, sexy in a way most women couldn’t pull off. She tried to be stern and unflinching, her walls unbreakable, so when she did show her vulnerable side… Fuck.

The heat rushed through me at her request, the weakness in my knees, the painful throb of my heart that wouldn’t stop. A magnetism existed between us, impossible to overcome, the strength rivaling mountains. I fought it as long as I could until I finally gave in.

I moved close to her, watching the way she sucked in a breath when I drew near. The firelight continued to blanket her in warm color. My hand slipped into her hair, and I cradled her head, my stare on her lips, her perfect little nose, on the beautiful blue eyes that reminded me of the summer sky.

Her fingers immediately grasped my wrist, squeezed it as she turned into my palm to kiss my flesh.

My arm snaked around her body and brought her close, the two of us standing in the light of the fire, eyes glued to one another like they were locked in place. I wanted to kiss her, wanted to do all sorts of things to her, but I also just wanted to look at her.

My thumb brushed the corner of her mouth, and her eyes closed at the touch, like every little move I made was intoxicating. We were two bits of metal connected by a surge of electricity, a transfer of heat so powerful it happened instantaneously.

I dipped my head and pressed my lips against hers, landing on pillows made of clouds, absorbed by her desperate desire. My lips parted hers before I took her bottom lip, feeling its plumpness, tasting its goodness. Her kiss was immediate and anxious, her head tilting to kiss me hard, to give me her tongue. Her desperation was so profound that she needed more of me, quickly.

It was a rush from that point onward, clothes on the floor, her tits in my big hands, her tongue in my mouth. My spine was on fire and frozen solid all at once. I felt her pull me to the couch before she pushed me against the cushions.

I sat against the back of the couch and watched her climb on top of me, scooting close to my chest so her tits were right in my face, perky with hard nipples. She grabbed my base and pointed me inside her, not even moistening my length because her pussy was wet enough for the both of us. She sank on my dick with a moan of satisfaction. “Aurelias…”

When she said my name, I was fucking done. “Baby…” My hands gripped her ass, and I kissed the valley between her tits, sucked on her nipples and tasted her delicious flesh. I could feel her heartbeat, feel the pounding of blood through her body, but I still didn’t crave it.

She moved up and down, rocking her hips and catching my dick, moaning every time she took me balls deep.

I was lost in the rush of emotion between us, my fingers kneading her ass as I guided her up and down, wanting her harder and faster. My dick parted her perfect pussy again and again, the length smeared by the pool of arousal that her body produced just for me. “Fuck,” I whispered against her neck, my heavy breaths hitting her skin as she continued to ride me.

Her hand cupped my face, and she tilted my head back to catch my lips, to kiss me as her fingers dug deep into my hair. She paused to moan against my lips when the euphoria became too much, but then she kissed me again, her pussy taking my dick over and over.

By some miracle, I held on, wanting to release inside her the second I felt her. I wasn’t the kind of man that had to battle himself to the finish line, but every time I had her, it took all my restraint to focus. It wasn’t her tits or her ass or the fact that she was great in bed. It was something more than that, the emotion she provoked in me at the simplest touch, the way it hurt just to look at her sometimes, the way I cared for her when I tried with all my might not to give a shit.

She interrupted our kiss and spoke against my lips. “I’m gonna come…”

My fingers squeezed her ass even harder, my dick desperate to rupture.

She started to drop onto my dick even harder, rock her hips deeper, moan loud enough for the neighbors to figure out exactly what we were doing. Tears exploded from the corners of her eyes and started to streak down her red cheeks.

My dick disobeyed my command and released, my moans matching hers, the both of us coming simultaneously, pulling at each other with desperation. It felt so damn good to come in a pussy that was coming on my dick.

It was a long high, both of us clinging to it like the last light on a winter day. We both finished then came down slowly, like snow falling in the twilight. Her beautiful skin was coated in a sheen of sweat, and I kissed away all the grains of salt on her chest and neck.

Her hands were in my hair again as she kissed me, her tongue diving into my mouth possessively, like our orgasms had been a mere interruption. “Take me to bed,” she said against my mouth. “And fuck me the way you did last time.”

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She was flexible and foldable, so I had her pinned underneath me as I rammed hard into her body, making the headboard clatter against the wall and leave even more marks. I fucked her like a whore I’d paid for the night, and no matter how hard I gave it to her, she still wanted more.

“I’m gonna come again.” Her hands were planted against my chest as she heaved with the deep breaths she took. She always told me when she was on the verge, as an invitation to join her.

My lips moved to her ear. “You want my come, baby?”

Her nails clawed down my back instinctively. “Yes.”

“Please.” I continued to thrust hard as I breathed into her ear.

“Please…” Her voice cracked with tears, and her nails dug in deeper.

“Here it comes,” I said, my voice breaking as the desire took me.

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