Page 37 of Niko's Printsessa

She wraps her legs around my waist and digs her heels into my ass, pulling me closer, wanting more, needing everything I can give her. And I do. I piston my hips and she arches her back, moaning my name. Pleasure surges through my veins and I feel the walls of her pussy clench.

“Oh fuck.”

Our sweaty bodies fit together perfectly. I bury my face into her neck and continue my brutal pace, and she takes me so beautifully, screaming for more, harder.

I’m so close.

I growl, “Come for me,” and bite down on her shoulder, and she screams as she pulses around my cock, coming hard. She has my cock in a vice and I quickly follow her with my own release, coming inside her, filling her full.

Her eyes are closed as she lays before me. An angel. My chest expands as I try to imprint every detail to memory. Her beautiful, sated body, so pliable. I drag my finger across her wetness, grazing against her clit, and enjoy the aftershocks of her orgasm. I bring my fingers to her mouth and she opens willingly, sucking her taste off my skin.

I slide her shorts back on, covering her glistening pussy. My dick twitches and I’m already hard again. I could turn her over andfuck her from behind, and she’d let me, she’s blissful from her orgasm.

Fuck me.

I carry sleeping beauty to bed and tuck her in. There’s no way in Hell I’m taking her to her room, so I climb in next to her and envelope her with my arms. This warm pull in my chest, this possessive urge is foreign, but I welcome it. I welcome her.

I kiss her shoulder blade and my heart clinches. Mine. I’ve never allowed a woman in my bed, let alone willingly tucked her in and kissed her goodnight, but Becca in my bed feels right, and I never want to sleep another night without her in my arms.

Coming home to her, seeing the concern etched on her face when she thought I had been shot. My heart hurt for worrying her, but in the same beat it swelled from her concern. Someone was waiting for me, caring for me.Thesomeone. The only one for me.

Her.

Mine.

I pull her close and whisper in her ear, “MyPrintsessa.”

Becca

There’s a tatted arm wrapped around my waist and a large palm pressed flat against my stomach. I try to move but the hand tightens and the hard, muscled body leans heavily against my back.

Niko.

I’m in his bed. He fucked me so hard last night, and I wanted it, loved it. It felt like he was punishing me, and I came so hard Iswear I saw stars. I may have blacked out. And I want it again. I want him again.

I blush as it replays in my head. I was begging for him. God, his dirty words and delicious mouth. The man knows how to kiss. It felt like he was fucking me with his tongue.

I can feel the cadence of his breath against my bare shoulder. His body is still asleep but his cock is wide awake. I wiggle my ass against his hard-on and he moans.

I attempt to slide out of his grasp but his groggy voice stops me. “Don’t even think about it.”

“What?”

“Leaving me.”

My chest stutters. “I need to use the bathroom.”

He loosens his hold. “Fine, but you aren’t running from me today. And we aren’t ignoring this.”

I quickly pad to the bathroom, too scared to look back at his expression. It doesn’t sound like he’s going to pretend nothing happened, and I’m not sure how I feel about that. Do I want to pretend last night never happened? Maybe, but do I want to do it again? Most definitely.

When I return, his eyes are closed. I tiptoe towards the door.

“Printsessa,” he warns.

“I was going to get a shower. I want to go to the distillery today.”

I wait for him to dismiss my request but instead his eyes crack open. “It should be a crime, you waking up so beautiful.”

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