Page 68 of Fallen Princess: Shadow Stalker

Fuck off!

I scream back at my subconscious, telling me this is a mistake. Yet, this feels like the most correct thing I’ve ever done in my life. In this moment I release every chain that has held me back. There are no more crossroads because I’ve gone full steam ahead.

Haze’s heavy hand grips the back of my neck, holding me close, making sure I don’t pull away because he knows the battle my conscience is making in my head.

I want him.

I love him.

I need him.

Haze has fucking imprinted himself on my goddamn soul, and there’s nothing I can do to fight him off.

I drop my bag to the floor. He pushes me inside the room, kicking the bag with us, and the door slams shut.

Sliding one hand upward over his arm, onto his strong round shoulders, I curl it around the back of his neck as I continue to claim his delicious lips, and I moan from the intense emotions inside me.

I pull him tighter if it’s physically possible, losing myself in his mouth and body. This feels so damn good, he tastes so salacious, and the sounds that leave his throat as I suck his tongue drives me insane.

He releases my mouth with a hungry growl, pressing his forehead to mine. Our eyes lock, and I’ve never felt so vulnerable with the kind of intensity his eyes burn over me.

“I want to be part of your deepest, darkest desires.”

His breath leaves him with a heavy sigh at my declaration.

“You sure you’re ready, princess?”

This is crazy. It’s insane.

I make a slight nod of my head.

Haze pulls back, leaving our bodies just barely separated, and I bite my lip in anticipation of what I’ve signed myself up for. I gaze up at him through my lashes.

“Fuck, princess,” he whispers, and that’s all it takes for him to crash his lips back on mine.

He’s demanding in this kiss, and I’m more than happy to return the desire and let him lead. His tongue tangles with mine in this highly potent erotic kiss. He slides his hands to the nape of my neck, his fingers grip my hair, and he tilts my head back. My back arches and I grab the front of his T-shirt, gripping it to help ground myself as I feel his arousal growing through his fitted denim jeans. The lightheaded and breathless feeling yanks at me hard.

In no time, Haze has me out of my clothes, and the only thing he’s delaying is my thong, but the damn thing is already uncomfortably wet. He groans as I’m pushed up against the closed door, his body crushing mine. I go to slide my hands under his shirt, and in one swift move, he’s gripping both my wrists in his massive hand and forcing them above my head, holding them firmly against the wood behind me.

He swipes his tongue against my mouth but doesn’t linger. His tongue continues to travel south to my collarbone, and his free hand cradles my breast, pressing his palm against my hard nipple, causing me to groan unapologetically for his lips to replace his hand.

There’s no need to question what I want. I’m nude and desperate for him to act on everything he professed in that soul-felt declaration earlier.

His fingers explore my breast, softly caressing my nipple as his mouth slowly slithers its way down to where I want his lips to go.

I feel his tongue trace the outline of my nipple, and the sensation trickles down my core as my back attempts to arch, but the strength of his body holds me back against the door.

I’m about to self-detonate at any minute.

He pinches my nipple, and I feel the warmth of his tongue finally flick it. The tantalizing touch feeds my arousal even further, and a light, breathy moan leaves me as I try to remove my arm from his grip, but Haze is fucking strong. He’s fit and athletic, overpowering my attempt to break free and touch him.

“I need you naked,” I whisper, my voice ragged with desperation for more.

“Patience, princess,” he mumbles over my breast, still savoring me, exploring me with every intention of taking his time.

“Goddamn you, Haze,” I thrust my body into him with obvious frustration, but the massive log that he is hardly moved.

He chuckles against my skin and leans back up to face me. Our eyes meet, and I get caught up in his mesmerizing gaze, fully aware of the storm brewing between us. He leans in, brushing my hair off my shoulder. I can feel his warm breath on my skin as he moves closer to my ear.

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