Page 10 of Joined By Magic

The prince held me a moment longer, then released my mouth and withdrew his fingers from my pussy. He kicked my feet apart and brought his knee up between my legs. My most sensitive parts spread wide, pressed against the soft fabric of his trousers.

I gasped, unable to escape the strange, maddening pressure as he lifted his knee higher, bringing me onto my tiptoes. His hands worked my nipples, twisting with enough force to make me squirm. The friction on my clit set heat building, tantalizing but nowhere close to giving me release.

A frustrated moan escaped me, and he laughed, pressing his knee up a little higher.

“Every time you think of defying me, remember yourself like this. Grinding against my leg for pleasure like a bitch in heat.”

He twisted my nipples again, harder, and I yelped even as my desire shot up, hot and undeniable. The ache between my legs grew more desperate. I shifted against him, unable to resist seeking the friction. His smug expression told me he’d noticed.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” He asked it conversationally, as though he had no real interest in the answer.

I did. I needed his hard cock inside me immediately.

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“But you didn’t want to before. Maybe we shouldn’t. Perhaps I should use your mouth and leave you unsatisfied, since you feel this is so wrong.”

He lowered his head to my nipple, rough fingers replaced with smooth tongue and grazing teeth. I moaned from low in my chest, grinding back and forth on his solid, unrelenting thigh. “No. Please. Fuck me.”

His mouth found my other nipple while his fingers returned to the first and pinched. The blend of pleasure and pain was too much. I let out a mad, frustrated yowl and pulled against my restraints.

He stepped back. I stumbled at the sudden loss of support, legs unsteady. His trousers hit the ground and he pushed against me, gripping one thigh and lifting it. The head of his cock pressed against my entrance for a drawn-out teasing moment, then he drove his hard, solid length into me. The thickness of him stretched and filled me, hitting the spot that made me weak with pleasure.

“Harder,” I gasped.

His lips curled into a smile. “Don’t come until I command it.”

He moved inside me, slowly at first, building up to the faster pace I loved. Hands still bound, my back pressed against the tree and my bruised ass ached with every thrust. My pleasure built to climax point and beyond, body balanced on a knife-edge. I fought to hold off my release. Desperate, I let the magic trapping my wrists hold my weight and wrapped both legs around his back, taking him even deeper.

“Now, please,” I managed.

His fingers dug in harder as his breathing grew rougher, eyes dark with lust locked on me.

“Come for me, Talia.” I let out a strangled cry as my body released, allowing the pleasure to rip through me. I clenched around him, my body tightening as he gave a growl of his own, slamming into me with three final deep thrusts.

The prince held me tight against the tree. His skin felt superheated against my own, both of us radiating warmth. He brought his hand up to my wrists and dissolved the magic bonds. I clutched his neck, held up by the strength of his arms and the trunk at my back.

He lowered his head to mine, capturing my lips in a kiss that was gentle and powerful all at once. A little of the tension that had been my companion since we left the palace drained away.

He broke the kiss, set me on my feet, and stepped away, a flash of amusement painting his features as he looked down at our clothes. “I’ll have to find my spare trousers. You’ve ruined this pair.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Not my fault.”

He gave a shrug, then released the shield. I pulled my outfit on fast, wary of the insects that would soon make their reappearance.

When I finished dressing, I found the prince looking at me. I frowned. “What is it?”

He shook his head. “Nothing. I just enjoy watching you.” He touched my chin, turning my head first one way, then the other. “You’re a living work of art.”

Shock spun through me at the compliment, so rare from him. We set off together back to the clearing. My good mood soured at the thought of what awaited us there. I risked a glance at the prince. Such a strange man, capable of raw brutality one moment and elegance in the next. How many men like him existed in the world?

“So, what now?” I asked, for what felt like the hundredth time.

“Now, we move the body.”

Chapter Six

Liv

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