Page 35 of Princess Bride Swap

Relief nearly made her sag, but she swallowed and mustered her strength to do as he said as he released her. Turn. Walk away from him and into the bedroom. A tremor went through her hands as she began to get the rest of her clothes off, but it was not panic shakes.

It wasallanticipation.

She carefully divested herself of the rest of her clothes. She heard him enter behind her, but before she could turn, he spoke in low, authoritative tones. The kind that made her feel alight with incandescent pleasure.

She could not be wrong if he was telling her what to do.

“Put your hands on the edge of the bed, and then bend over.”

She hesitated though, not because she did not want to, but because...

“Now.”

There was something about the order, the dominating way he was speaking to her that made every lick of pleasure in her body leap higher, twist deeper. She wanted to do everything he demanded.

So she did. Clutched the edge of the bed and bent over. She didn’t know what he would do. Time seemed to stretch out, hazy and lost to anticipation. She tried to hold her breath, but still he did notdoanything. So she was forced to let out a shuddering exhale.

She was about to look over her shoulder, to see where he was. How far away. Just what was keeping him fromtouchingher, but before she could finish the move, he spoke.

“Keep your eyes ahead, Beaugonia.”

She swallowed. Her full name in that deep scrape of a voice made a tremor run through her, then center in reverberations at her core. Her entire body was like a throb, and the dark presence of him lurking behind her like a portent only made the waiting more and more impossible.

“Lyon.” She wanted to beg. If he didn’t touch her soon, she might simply shake apart. She needed an anchor. She needed him. She needed a focal point for all this sensation to go.

“I did not tell you to speak,tesoruccia. You would do well to keep that dangerous mouth of yours shut.”

But then she felt his hand. His palm slid up her leg, over the curve of her backside, and then his fingers curled at her hip. He stood behind her, so close she could feel the heat emanating off of him.

His free hand slid up her spine, to her shoulder. And then finally, finally, she felt the blunt edge of him enter her, a slow, perfect glide. His grip on her hip, her shoulder. Being filled while her fingers clasped her bedsheets.

Finally, everything had a point, a reason. Lyon moving inside of her, so there was only this. Them. The beautiful passion they created when they came together. A joy that had her falling over that first wonderful edge with a little gasp of pleasure on a particularly slow, deep stroke, her forehead pressed against the mattress.

Then his hand moved. From her shoulder to her neck, to her hair. His fingers tangled, fisted, until he pulled, so her chin had to come up off the bed. Sparks of something just at the edge of pain twisting even deeper into the pleasure of it all. Until she was falling apart, shuddering into a million pieces all over again. And still he did not stop. He only increased the pace, the madness of it all. Wilder. More out of control. She was only sensation. Only moans and fevered words ofbegging. For more, for him, for all he was and had.

He let out a wild, savage growl on one last, thunderous thrust, collapsing on top of her, his hands still tangled in her hair.

She struggled to find her breath, to find center and the real world again. She wanted to laugh. She had never believed in fairy tales forher, happy endings forher, but she was beginning to believe in one.

Finally.

She was his downfall. Everything he’d built himself into being. A strong prince with impeccable morals and control.

She’d stripped them away so easily he now realized he was no better than anyone who’d come before. Because he kept making the same mistake. And it got worse every time. Maybe they’d made it to the bedroom this time, but not before he’d let her kneel before him and take him in her mouth at thedoorway.

Not before he’d spoken to her in ways he never let himself speak to anyone. Not before he’d taken her rough and harsh with that unquenchable need roaring through him like a disease.

He knew how this ended. It spiraled out. Got wilder and wilder until it became awhisper. And then astory. Maybe it wasn’t as bad as stealing palace funds or wreaking havoc with an affair, but it wasn’tgood.

So, fix it.

He carefully withdrew from her, pushing himself away from the bed. For a moment he just stood there, and she didn’t move either. Still gripping the edge of the bed, in this deplorable state he’d put her in.

All for anorgasm.

She finally sighed heavily, then pushed herself into a standing position. She shoved her hair out of the way and then had the gall to smile at him. She held out a hand. “Let’s lay in bed for a while.”

He turned away from her hand, gathered his clothes and put them on. Then he turned to face her. She’d arranged herself on the bed, sheet drawn up. Her expression unreadable.

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