Page 211 of Brutal Prince

“Deep breath.”

And I realize I’m still inhaling. My head feels too light, the bed a cloud in the midnight sky.

And then he’s inside me, impossibly deep, stretching me impossibly wide. I whimper again, and he eats the sound with hungry lips.

“Christ, you feel so fucking good,” he murmurs. “So fucking tight, so fucking hot.”

He moves, slowly as first, and then a little bit faster.

Slow, deep pleasure overwhelms those pinpricks of pain inside me. He draws back, and then pushes inside me, so slow I can feel every inch of his cock the deeper he goes.

I moan, my back arching, and grab hold of his shoulders.

“Fuck, you’re everything I ever thought you’d be,” he says. He fills me up entirely, and then stays lodged deep inside me as he rains kisses over my face. “Say I can fuck you now,” he mutters, nipping at my earlobes.

“Wh-what?” I manage breathlessly. “But you’re already—”

He cuts me off with a rude laugh. “Oh, Angel, I haven’t even started.”

My core constricts around him at those words.

“Yes,” I whisper. My eyes open, fluttering as he slowly draws out of me again. “Fuck me.”

“Your wish is my command.”

He sits up, grabs my thighs, and forces my legs wide apart. Then he grabs his cock in a hand, dips his hips, and rams into me.

I hiss with pain, mewl in pleasure. His eyes dart up to my face, then down to my pussy.

I can’t imagine what it looks like. To me, all I see is his beautiful body tensing as he starts thrusting into me.

There’s still pain, right till the end. But I barely notice it over the bliss.

He pulls out of me before he comes, and before I know what I’m doing, I’m up on my elbows with my mouth open wide, begging to taste him.

He makes the most wicked sound, like I’m tearing apart his fucking soul, and forces his cock between my lips. I feel him tense, shiver, pulse on my tongue, and then a flood of tangy cum fills my mouth. It’s horrible, but it’s still better than the taste of blood.

Briar grabs the back of my head, forcing his dick so far back I think I’m going to hurl. But I don’t. I suck at him and milk him with my tongue, hoping to make him feel a sliver of the pleasure he’s shown me.

He pushes me away, and covers me with his heavy body again. I swallow hard, trying not to retch at the taste, and then his lips are on mine.

I don’t know how long we lie there for, making out like kids on our first date, but by the time we stop, Briar’s cock is jutting into my belly again.

He pushes up onto his elbows, cups his hands on my face, and stares deep into my eyes.

“So?” he says, a light laugh in his voice.

“So, that hurt. A lot.”

He shakes his head. “Not that.”

“Then what?” I frown at him, feeling like I’ve just come out of a haze.

“Indi Virgo,” he growls. “Will you fucking marry me or not?”

I laugh, and clap my hands over my mouth. “Oh, that.”

He scowls at me, and I run my hands down his face, smiling up at him. “Only if you promise to fuck me like that every day for the rest of my life.”

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