Page 43 of Princess

I’m breathless and so turned on I can’t stay still when he finally drags his mouth away from mine. He rears up on his knees and unfastens his pants, gazing down at me with that same intense ferocity. “Take off your bra, princess,” he says thickly. “I want to see all of you.”

I reach around to unhook my bra and toss it over the side of the bed. My breasts jiggle from the motion, and he makes a low sound in his throat. Almost like a growl.

There’s no way to express how the sound makes me feel. That the sight of me naked provokes that reaction in him. It’s more than physical. The pleasure goes all the way down to the core of who I am. I lie naked on the bed, panting frantically, my legs sprawled open. I whimper when he pulls his cock out of his pants and underwear.

“Did you miss me?” he asks in a rough murmur. He repositions himself on his knees and reaches out to grab me by the hips, raising my lower body so my groin is aligned with his.

Despite my enthusiastic arousal, there’s a little part of me that still wants to fight. “Not that much.”

He nudges my wet pussy with the tip of his cock, making me whimper. “Did you miss me?”

“I already answered that.” I’m so desperate to feel him inside me that I arch my spine and try to wriggle my hips. He’s got complete control of my body, however, so all I can do is fumble for purchase on the covers. “And you were an asshole.”

He pushes in about an inch but then withdraws before I can feel enough of him. His arms are shaking just slightly, but it’s from emotional tension and not because he can’t handle my weight.

I’m not a small woman, but he always makes me feel like I am. He’s so big. And strong. And everything.

“Did you miss me?” he grits out again.

Maybe on another day, I could have outlasted him, but today I really don’t want to. All I want is him, and I almost, almost have him. “Yes,” I gasp, so needy I move my hands to fondle my own breasts. “Yes, I missed you.”

He pushes his cock inside me, slow and full and tight.

I groan at the penetration and rub circles on my nipples. Everything is feeling so good. And achy at the same time. I toss my head. Stray strands of my hair get into my face. “I missed you so much.”

When he’s buried inside me, he holds us completely still. His hands are clenched on my bottom. His eyes rake up and down over my naked body, from my hot face to the place where we’re joined.

It’s exquisite torture. Having him so deep inside me but not being able to move. I could squirm. Try to pump my hips. Make it happen. But instead I relax and feel it. Feel Grant. The slow, deep, wordless force of him.

When he finally moves, it’s hard and fast and exactly what I need. He fucks me so good my body and the bed shake with the power of his thrusts, and I make loud, ragged sounds of helpless pleasure that keep rising higher.

I’m gripping his forearms as I fall into an orgasm, and my nails dig into his skin as my body clamps down and then releases in a series of wild spasms. He’s fallen out of rhythm too. He’s grunting like an animal as he keeps pushing into me. He’s close. I can see it. I love to watch him lose control. It’s the only time I ever see him let go.

His head rears up. His fingers clench hard. I expect him to pull out like he normally does.

But he doesn’t.

He comes in jerky pushes, releasing himself inside me with several spurts. He lets out a long, stretched sound of naked satisfaction, and then his hold on me finally loosens.

Both of us are panting loudly, still shuddering with occasional aftershocks. He lowers me carefully back to the bed, causing his cock to slip out of me. “Shit,” he mutters. “I meant to pull out.”

“It’s probably fine,” I say, hoarse and drained and a little confused by everything that just happened. “Not the right time of month for me to get pregnant.”

My stomach feels weird. My hands are damp and trembling. My cheeks are blazing hot, but everything else is starting to get chilly.

“Are you okay?” he asks, falling down onto the bed beside me like he suddenly went boneless.

“Yeah. I… think so.” I check his face. I desperately need to know how he’s feeling right now, and it’s always so difficult to read him.

His body is limp. Tired like mine is. He reaches out and pulls me against him, wrapping his arms around me in a loose embrace.

I sigh and settle there. It feels better when he holds me. It feels like he needs me.

As much as I need him.

He hasn’t even told me how the trip turned out. What he and Jackson found out about our camp at the bunker. He just showed up and dragged me to our room and fucked me, not even able to wait until evening. He momentarily lost control so much he forgot to pull out.

He demanded to know if I missed him. Like it was important to him.

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