Page 83 of Broken Prince

His possessive statement took me over the edge and I orgasmed just as forcefully as I did when he made me come with his tongue after the ball.

I had barely come down from the high he caused as he lay beside me to take my lips in a passionate, forceful kiss.

“Say you’re mine,” he ordered against my lips before kissing me again.

“Yes, yours, always,” I replied when he broke the kiss, allowing us both to catch our breath.

The heat of his powerful body over mine, the strength of his touch, his low animalistic growls at the back of his throat made me feel like I was on fire. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer. I wanted more of his weight on me; I wanted him in me.

I ran my tongue on his lips, down his throat, tasting him, exploring him. I was so lost in him.

I thrust my hips up in a desperate move, and he seemed to finally be ready to grant me my wish as he used his hand to spread my legs wider as he moved, settling between my legs, and a fresh rush of wetness seeped from me as I felt his cock brush against my folds.

He wrapped his hand around his cock and brushed the tip up and down my slit, while murmuring words in Italian that I couldn't understand but still ignited the burning passion in me.

He stopped for a second, locking eyes with me before pushing the tip in. I gasped at the intrusion.

He kissed my lips. “It will hurt, tesora. I’ll go slowly. Don’t move, I barely have control.” His voice was reflecting the primal hunger I could see in his eyes.

“It’s okay. I want all of you.”

He gave me a sensuous, dominant kiss that took my breath away as he pushed in slowly, inch after inch.

I tensed up as I felt a bit of pain and he stopped immediately, nudging against the soft barrier of my virginity.

He looked at me, his face a mask of complete lust-driven need to be fully in me.

I nodded and he thrust forward, getting the last few inches of him inside me at once.

The bite of pain was immediate and my body tensed, my mouth opening in a silent cry.

I blinked back the tears as he remained immobile in me, waiting for my body to relax.

“I’m sorry, tesora,” he whispered, kissing my eyelids. “It will be better with time I promise.”

I opened my eyes and ran my hands up and down his back, the pain and burning replaced by an uncomfortable fullness that I didn’t mind knowing it was him inside of me.

“It’s already pretty good now,” I said sincerely. “I love having you in me.”

“All seven inches of me?” he asked with a masculine smirk that was all his.

“All seven inches of you.” I kissed the side of his neck. “You can move now. I’m okay.”

Luca started to move with short, shallow thrusts, allowing me to get used to the intrusion. He kissed my neck and trailed his hand up until he reached my breast and plucked my erected nipple between his fingers.

I gripped his shoulder and bit his neck. He growled, deepening his thrusts. I brought my legs up, resting my heels at the top of his ass.

“Harder,” I let out with a gasp.

He accelerated his pace and thrust harder, deeper and all that mattered were my moans, mixed with his grunt of pleasure, the rhythmic sound of his flesh against mine, the bedframe hitting the wall with each powerful thrust. He was possessing me, dominating me, making me his entirely and I never wanted it to end.

“I’m close,” he grunted reluctantly. “Touch yourself, I want you to milk my cock when I come.”

HIs dirty words aroused me even more and he hissed as I squeezed my walls against his cock.

I brought my hand to my clit as his thrusts turned erratic and one rub was enough to make me orgasm and he came, shouting my name.

When he was done he fell heavily on top of me and despite the discomfort his weight may have caused me, I didn’t want him to move.

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