Page 61 of Obsidian Prince

It made her grin back at him, flashing fangs in a smile that was far more hungry than amused. She wished so hard she hadn’t agreed not to bite him. His long, muscular neck showed down to the collarbone where his shirt was unbuttoned to the waist, thin t-shirt underneath. She wanted to bite him, so much. She wanted him, so much.

Grabbing the lapels of his opened shirt, she pulled him in for a wet kiss that tasted of her own body. He smelled like gun oil, expensive cologne, and delicious musk of aroused man.

She popped the remaining two buttons of his shirt so she could pull it over his ridiculously broad shoulders. While he put his arms behind him to pull the sleeves off over his hands, she popped an arm blade out long enough to cut the neck of his t-shirt. His eyes widened for a moment in surprise, just as she took hold of his t-shirt neck with both hands and did what she’d been dying to do. She ripped it in half, finally baring his magnificent chest.

He licked his lips, breath catching as she tore his clothes in her impatience. He’d already dropped his shirt on the kitchen floor. He yanked off the remaining scrap of t-shirt cloth before pulling her into his arms, mouth meeting hers in a devouring kiss.

She wrapped her legs around him, but let her body down lower, so her wet sensitive sex rubbed against the hard bulge, straining the taught fabric of his pants.

He groaned into her mouth. As he carried her toward the bedroom, he tried to toe off his dress shoes.

Liliana undulated against him, feeling her center rub almost painfully against the hardness under the rough cloth. Her peaked nipples were tickled by hair as they touched the muscular glory of his chest.

A startled grunt escaped him as he stumbled, throwing a hand out to catch himself against a wall. He staggered into his bedroom. His knees hit his big bed blindly, making him fall forward with her bouncing and laughing underneath him.

She’d made her suave prince more than a little clumsy.

Alexander growled at her as he fumbled with his belt. He shoved his pants down and off.

The sparkle of amusement in his aura told her he thought it was funny, too, but was too intensely aroused to laugh. He leaned over her on his elbows. His body nudged against her center.

Liliana’s smile fell away. She reached down between them, grasping him, so she could move his tip against her clit a few times to glory in the sensation.

He groaned. All his weight rested on one elbow as he grasped her arm. “I can’t take much of that.” His deep voice had gone husky and rough.

“I can take all of that,” Liliana countered. Her hand encircled him. She stroked along the velvet skin over rock hard length. Positioning him at her entrance, she said, “Give me all.”

Alexander swallowed, face inches from hers. He stared down at her eyes as his hips shifted slowly forward, careful, despite the shudder running through his entire body. “I’m not a small man. I could hurt you.”

Liliana grinned, for once, delighted to lose herself in his dark eyes. “I’m tougher than I look.”

He huffed a chuckle. “You certainly are.” His face went serious for a moment. He gently pushed a lock of hair off her cheek. Shining white shone in the center of him again. His soul reminded her of the rose in the vase on her desk at home, pure white in the center with scarlet surrounding in overlapping waves of vibrant color.

He kissed her, soft and tender. Then he pulled back to watch her face as he pushed into her, little by little.

As his broad shaft entered her, she closed all but her human eyes. The delicious sensation was almost overwhelming. Through slitted eyes and lashes, she watched her prince’s handsome face, jaw clenched hard, fighting for control that had always seemed to come so easily to him.

She opened her hips as wide as she could to take him in. He was a big man, as he said. He stretched her deliciously. She had a weird, momentary image flash, just in her memory since her fourth eyes were closed. Her older sister, Isabella, intoxicated the night before her wedding, giggled with young Liliana. She whispered that spider seers were built to handle powerful men, the bigger the man, the better. The drunken Isabella told her baby sister more than the adolescent spider-kin ever wanted to know about how large her soon-to-be brother-in-law, Rizki, was in areas she never wanted to think about in relationship to the Komodo dragon-kin.

Liliana grinned at her prince, being so careful not to hurt her even as he shuddered with need. She palmed one truly exceptional butt cheek with each hand, hooked her ankles around the backs of his legs and pulled him in.

He slid smoothly into her slick channel, as deep as she wanted.

Alexander squeaked, higher pitched than any sound she’d ever heard him make. He looked at her, eyes wide.

“I can take all of you,” she said. She undulated her hips, moving him inside her. Her voice went breathier when she added, “I want all of you.” She moved her hips again. “Don’t hold back.”

He groaned. “You amaze me. Just when I think you can’t be any more …”

“Talk less. Move more.” Liliana ground against him again.

He chuckled, which felt really interesting. “Happy to oblige, my lady.” Then, finally, he started to move, long slow withdrawal, then a slow plunge into her again.

“Oh.” So intense, so much. All of it at once. Perfect. “More.”

He did it again, then again, each time pulling out a little faster and plunging in hard enough she would probably have bruises from his hip bones hitting her inner thighs.

It was so much better than just biting him.

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