Page 140 of Fallen Princess: Shadow Stalker

My words render her silent, and I have her exactly where my intentions need her to be.

“I’m not letting you go. Because if anyone ever lays a single hand on your head, theirs will be on the ground. You’re mine, siren. My addiction. Mine.”

Her eyes, usually filled with unspoken words, now reflect surprise, but a soft smile graces her plump lips, even if words seem to abandon her in my heartfelt confession.

“I can’t wait to get you into my bed,” she finally mumbles, causing me to chuckle because that would be a typical reply from me.

I let go of her and wrap one arm around her shoulders.

“Then let's get going because my knob is throbbing like mad, and either we make a move towards your trailer, or I rip your clothes off and fuck you against the wall of that building.”

We pass the first guard at the entrance of the trailer park we’re staying in. My arm is wrapped around Eden, and I huddle her close to me. Her scent is an intoxicating elixir that’s doing things to me, particularly my knob that’s in need of a release for weeks.

Our trailers are in a more secluded area on the other side of the park.

“This way,” I say, leading her to one of the smaller trailers.

“What are you doing?” Eden whispers.

I try the door, and my luck is in tonight.

“In here,” I nudge her inside the dark mobile home and shut the door fast.

“Who’s place is this?” she asks, looking around hesitantly.

I shrug my shoulders. “Probably someone from the crew.” I begin to undress.

“What are we doing here?” she asks, looking at me in action.

I toss my jacket first and then pull off my T-shirt. Her eyes fall directly on my chest.

I’m not as ripped as my brother or athletically obsessed as Jagger and Asher are, but I was blessed with the good genes in my family and don’t need to religiously work out to keep my form in shape. My inked shoulders are broad, and the intricate tattoo leads down to my chest that defines a chiseled definition of my pecs. My sculpted arms showcase my inked designs, and I possess a subtle V-line that descends beneath the waistband of my jeans.

I would describe myself as finely tuned, and judging by the blazed look on Eden's face, she thinks so too. Allowing her to watch me remove my socks, boots, trousers, and shorts, I stand before her, baring my entire self to her.

I turn, walk over to the single window in this room, and lower the blinds, allowing only a subtle sliver of light from the walkway inside. She sucks in her breath as I walk back to her.

“This is me, siren. My heart and soul are laid out for you. I’m going to now make my claim on you, finally possess you like the boyfriend I should have been for you. I want to make up for the ten years lost between us.”

“What if the person who’s staying comes back?”

“Then they can watch for all I fucking care,” I hold my knob, and her eyes go straight to the monster I grip. “This right here needs some attention, siren. It fucking hurts, and I need you to soothe it.”

She pouts her lips in thought.

“I understand,” she says, reaching out, but I grab her hand and drag her to me. My knob twitches against her with approval.

Her clothes are off her in no time, and I have her leaning against the kitchen table as I position myself on my knees between her thighs.

There’s no politeness or cautious approach to how I’m treating her. I’m loving her cunt with the whole of my mouth, and when my forefinger replaces the work of my tongue, brushing against a spot inside her, ecstasy crashes over her, and she can hardly breathe.

She grips my hair, and I look up and watch her bite her lip to prevent herself from screaming.

Her eyes flutter shut, and a moan rips silently through her. I can feel her body convulse above me as ecstasy waves splash over heragain and again, coming faster and faster until it's impossible for her to resist grabbing my hair and grinding herself, fucking my face.

My knob is painfully hard, and I pull away from her. Standing up and attacking her lips, giving her a taste of her own sweet ambrosia, as my hand sneaks between us and I roll that sweet rosey bud between my fingers and feel the echo of her voice moan inside me. Pressing my arousal against her pelvis, I’m desperate to be inside her and take hold of her hips, pulling my face from her and spinning her around to face the table.

“I need to fuck you, siren,” I gently push her back forward, and her hands grip the edge of the table as she pushes her arse out to accommodate me.

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