Page 82 of Broken Prince

I looked down as he moved his hands from my hips and trailed them up slowly. One over my side, the other dragged gently over my smooth, flat stomach, the vision itself was unbearably erotic, his strong, large hands going up my slim frame. His darker skin, a striking difference to the alabaster, unblemished skin of my stomach.

He stopped when both hands were cupping my breasts and he squeezed gently.

I hissed, rocking my hips against him again. I was completely soaked now and I had no doubt he could feel my arousal through his pants but I was far too gone in my delirious need for his touch to care.

He brushed his fingertips over my nipples before squeezing my breast a little more forcefully.

I let out a loud, lustful moan as I closed my eyes, arching my back, offering him my breast, silently inviting him to do something…anything. I wasn’t sure what I wanted, what I needed, but I knew it was him…of all it—him, him, him.

He sucked one of my nipples into his mouth and I let out a cry of relief at feeling his hot mouth and tongue on my body.

“I love you.” I let out on a breath.

He growled, letting go of my nipple before licking them with the flat of his tongue in quick succession.

“I love you too, more than life,” he said, his voice almost sounding pained.

In an instant, I was lifted from his lap and he was carrying me up the stairs.

I looked up at him; his jaws were tight, his eyebrows etched in concentration. He looked like a man on a mission.

I brushed my hand on his jawline. “I want you.”

He looked down at me, his frown deepening. “Not as much as I want you. I’m trying my best to contain the beast for now but…” He let out another growl.

I realized we were in his room when he laid me down in the middle of the bed and stood up, tracking his eyes all over my body.

“I still can’t believe you’re mine,” he whispered mostly to himself before reaching for his belt.

I looked at him, mesmerized by his movement as he kicked off his shoes and removed his pants and underwear, releasing his hard cock pointing angrily toward his stomach.

I was not an expert but even if his dick was not the giant size that would send you running in the other direction, it was long and thick, and I couldn’t stop the little wave of anxiety to penetrate my lust at the idea of his big cock entering my petite, virginal body.

Luca’s hard features softened. “It’s going to be fine, tesora.”

That man could read me like an open book. “I’ll be gentle,” he added before grabbing my booty shorts and bringing them down, leaving me panting and wanting on his bed.

“I trust you.”

He crawled on the bed and knelt by my hips, parting my legs and looking at my wet pussy.

Once again I was surprised by my lack of embarrassment at being so brazenly opened to him, showing him the most intimate part of my body and what his mere touch and kiss had caused.

He licked his lips with desire as he caressed my lower belly with his hand before cupping my pussy possessively.

I raised my hips instinctively as I let out a strangled moan. “You’re—you’re driving me insane.” I wanted the ache to stop, the pressure in my lower belly. I wanted to come. “Luca, please.”

He started to caress me slowly, rubbing my slit up and down with the tip of his fingers. I grabbed at his bed cover, spreading my legs as far as they could go, not caring about anything other than his touch.

His fingers spread my nether lips open as he pressed his thumb against my clit. He stroked my pussy with expert fingers.

“Is that what you want?” he asked, sliding a finger deep in me.

“You, I want you…all of you.”

He thrust his finger into me slowly before adding a second one, stretching me deliciously. He increased his pace while rubbing my clit a bit more forcefully.

“So tight, so wet… All mine.”

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