Page 47 of Lost Prince

I press my hand over his lips. “That’s not true. You’re a good man.”

He doesn’t believe me, but he doesn’t argue. He leans in to kiss me. It's a slow, passionate kiss that leaves me breathless and wanting more. His lips trail along my neck as his hands pull at my clothes. My hands tug at his as well. I’m eager, desperate to feel his warm skin against mine, to feel him inside me.

Lazaro must feel it too, as he doesn’t waste time. His hands grab my hips, and he drives inside me, filling me. I arch to him, wanting him to go deep, deeper. My hands cling to him. My legs wrap around him. It’s more than a physical connection. He’s a part of me. I’m a part of him.

Home.

Deep inside, I know I need to fight that feeling of this being my place, of Lazaro being the person I belong to. But as he moves, as he murmurs “Mine,” in my ear, I can’t guard against it. My soul breaks open and attaches to him.

“Diana.” His breath is harsh against my neck as he picks up speed, his movements becoming more frenetic.

“Yes… Lazaro… yes.” I hold onto him, never wanting to let go.

He levers up on his hands, rising over me, his hazel eyes dark, intense as they look down on me. He continues to drive in and out of me.

“Come… fuck… come now, Diana.” He thrusts in, grinding against me and sending me soaring. “Yes!” He plunges in, grinds again, warmth filling me as he succumbs to his pleasure. Watching him, his expression going from sweet torture to ultimate bliss, makes my heart squeeze tight, wishing I could bring that happiness to his life in all areas.

He collapses over me, then holds me as he rolls to the side, pulling me with him. “Maybe if I fuck you senseless, you’ll be too worn out to leave.”

I snort out a laugh.

“You question my skills?” He swats my backside again.

“Not at all.” I press my hand to his face, concerned at his worry about whether I’ll stay. “I like being with you.”

“But…”

“No buts.” Of course, there are. Lana is one. Lazaro’s healing could be another. But right now, I want to be in the moment and in this moment, there is just me and Lazaro.

He kisses me and it’s sweet. His stomach grumbles, interrupting the kiss. “We need dinner.”

“I could eat.”

“You stay here. Naked in bed. I’ll go rummage up some food.” He watches me, waiting for me to respond.

“I won’t move. No chains required.”

“Good.” He rolls out of bed and slips on jeans and a T-shirt. “You'd better be here when I get back.”

“I’ll be here.”

He gives me a grin and then leaves the room.

Collapsing back onto the soft sheets, I let out a contented sigh. My body feels wonderfully relaxed, a pleasant ache in my muscles. I close my eyes, savoring the lingering sensation of Lazaro's touch on my skin.

When I open my eyes, my gaze drifts around the room and lands on a framed photo of Lazaro with his sister, Lana. They’re teenagers, looking carefree and happy, their arms around each other. It's a stark contrast to the tension between them now. I sympathize with Lana’s desperation to regain the brother she once knew as they clearly had been close. Am I getting in the way of that?

I push the thought away, not wanting to dwell on the complications. Instead, I focus on how being with Lazaro feels right in a way I've never experienced before. He makes me feel safe, cherished, and understood. I wish it could last forever.

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LAZARO

I’m starving. Starving for food, but also for Diana, for the way she makes me feel, physically and emotionally. It’s unsettling how much I need her. It’s like I can’t breathe when she’s not around.

But right now, I need to feed us and then I’m going to make good on my threat and fuck her until she’s too tired to try and leave.

I walk toward the kitchen, rounding the corner, and I nearly collide with Piper. Time freezes as I take in her startled expression, the way she jumps away from me. The memory of my earlier outburst floods back, and I'm hit with a wave of shame. Piper's eyes are wide with fear, and it kills me to know I'm the cause.

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