Page 120 of The Slave in A Princess Disguise

The rustle of clothes caught her attention. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw his erection, hard and ready, a drop of precum at the tip.

Lord Vladya grabbed her hips, pulling her to the edge of the bed until her body hung on the cusp while he stood behind her, his manhood aimed at her entrance.

Aekeira swallowed, her nerves tingling with want and anxiety. The latter didn’t stop her from parting her thighswider.

But instead of the rough penetration she'd always come to expect, Lord Vladya leaned in, his lips brushing the skin of her back in soft, lingering kisses.

Her heartfluttered. Aekeira stared ahead, watching the curtains dance slowly in the breeze. Each kiss trailed lower, creating shivers and warmth in her.

Lord Vladya entered her with two fingers.

Aekeira cried out, pleasure slithering through her like lightning. His strong hand pressed into her lower back, holding her in a perfect arc as his fingers thrust in and out of her wet channel.

Oh...!Heat engulfed her, burning her alive from the inside out, yet instead of pain, there was bliss. Pleasure in its purest form. Untainted.

Moans filled the air. Small cries and desperate whimpers, all hers, as he drove her higher andhigher. He paused, his breath hot against her skin, sliding a third finger inside.

The burn of the stretch tore a gasp from her lips. “Too much.”

“Not enough, little bird.” Lord Vladya groaned, flexing them. “Not nearly enough.”

Aekeira moaned. His kisses did not stop, trailing down her collarbone and along her spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

By the time his fingers withdrew, Aekeira was shaking, teetering on the edge. She gripped the sheets, bracing herself as his hardness nudged her folds.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she waited for the hard slam, but he entered her slowly.

Aekeira cried out as he opened her up. Inch by inch. Stretching her, filling her.

Yet, he kept gliding in. How much more of him could there possibly be?

"Hell, you feel..." Lord Vladya broke off in a stuttered breath. "You feel so good wrapped around my dick." With a final thrust, he filled her to the hilt.

Aekeira buried her face in the mattress, panting. Overwhelmed. It felt... good.

How could something that always hurt, like swords forged in Tartarus, be this pleasurable? As sweet as the nectars of the gods.

Lord Vladya leaned over her, covering her with his body. “Okay?”

She would have scoffed if she was capable of it at that moment. Since when did he need her permission to move?

"Y-yes," she gasped, her cheeks heating up. But shewanted. Aekeira pressed her hips back against him desperately.

“Someone needs it badly,” he drawled, then straightened. He withdrew, and plunged back in. Again. And again. And again.

Aekeira couldn’t control the moans spilling from her throat. She was full, almost to the point of discomfort. Yet, her pleasure mounted with every stroke.

"You are not a Syren," he rasped, pulling out and plunging back in. "You weren’t made for this." His words were punctuated by another slow, deliberate thrust. "Your body wasn’t made to take my dick, to wrap around me so tight, and squeeze me like a snake," he growled, fucking harder with maddening control. "You weren't made for me."

Leaning in closer, the grand lord gripped her hair, pulling the loosened knot. "So, why." He ground his hips blatantly, his hardness pressing deep, and Aekeira whined. "Tell me why." He brushed his lips against her ear. "Do you feel sogoddamn good?"

Aekeira cried out, fighting battles words couldn't explain. Pleasure attacked every nerve she possessed. His words took time hitting home, but when they did, they lit her up from the inside.He enjoyed her body that much...?

His thrusts quickened. The rhythm became faster, more insistent, sending shockwaves of sensation through her. Aekeira was in ecstatic heaven.

Never, ever, had she ever thought it could be like this.Feellike this.

Lord Vladya leaned over her again, his chest pressing against her back. One hand gripped her hip with bruising force while the other braced firmly on the sheet above her head. He moved even harder, faster. More demanding.

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