Page 20 of The Princess and Her Mercenary

Chapter Eleven

Ndari didn't know how they got upstairs. She didn't remember at all. Her lips were fused to Keane’s and somehow he stumbled his way to the second floor. All of a sudden, they were in her bedroom and making out on her bed. It was the best thing ever. She felt like a teenager all over again. Raging hormones, insane libido, the forbidden boy.

His hands were everywhere. But he was also exploring at a leisurely pace. It was amazing. It felt so good to have those big rough hands gliding over her body. Eventually, though, she wanted more. She didn't want them touching her over top of her clothes, she wanted skin to skin contact. She wanted him to really touch her, to put his hands on her… inside her. She wanted everything. Finally, she grabbed him, taking hold of his face between her palms.

“More,” she demanded hoarsely. “I want more.”

He chuckled. “I can and will give you more. Just really love touching you, the feel of you. So soft, like silk. Bloody perfect. I fucking love being able to touch you at will, and lady, I'm gonna touch until I’m satisfied.”

Ndari groaned and wiggled her hands between them, reaching for the hem of her shirt. She dragged it up her body, pulling it over her head. Then she rolled over onto her stomach as best she could while he was laying on top of her.

“Undo me,” she told him, pointing at the back of her bra.

“Oh baby,” he groaned. “Those are the magic words.”

The feeling of his fingers sliding underneath her bra strap and undoing her bra felt incredible. Shivers ran up and down her spine, followed by goosebumps. She couldn't catch her breath fast enough. He was laying on top of her, kissing every inch of revealed skin, sending more cascades of shivers through her. It was too much, but it was also not enough.

When he finished dragging her bra off her body, he flipped her over onto her back and pulled her pants and panties off in one smooth move. She gasped, and then giggled. Everything about him was awesome. This was what she needed in her life. Somebody who wanted to please her, but somebody who wouldn't automatically give her everything she wanted.

She slammed a lid down on that thought. No, that's not exactly what she wanted. She was used to being in charge. That's what she liked. She was a Royal Princess and everybody else was the peasant. She’d learned the hard way through being a member of a cutthroat monarchy. If she didn’t fight for what was hers, she would lose it to her bloodthirsty relatives.

“Hey,” he growled at her. “Get yer head back here. I can see you drifting away.”

She laughed out loud, just as he stuck his tongue in her mouth. She choked and then laughed harder which made her choke again. He wasn’t having it though. He framed her face with his big hands and kissed her soundly until she wasn’t laughing, she was looping her arms around his neck in a stranglehold and kissing him back with equal fervor.

Once more, his hands were everywhere, gliding over her skin. She couldn’t get over the feelings that his hands induced in her. The shock, the arousal, the happiness. Those calloused fingers touching her, sweeping across her smooth skin, pushing her hair off her face. Touching learning, wondering. It was phenomenal.

This wasn't the sex she'd had in the past. This wasn't the wham bam, thank you ma'am. Or mister, depending on which palace guard she chose to fuck. This was something more. This meant something and she was going to cherish every moment. She wrapped her arms around his neck until her elbows nearly touched each other and she kissed him with all her heart. She kissed him with every suppressed feeling she'd ever felt for him. Because there had been so much suppression of feelings when they were in Jakarta together.

She’d had to hold so much back. She'd been hired to spend time with Jaya, and it had been a wonderful few months getting to know her best friend. The little hacker who could do just about anything. She made technology look like magic. Ndari was jealous of her friend, but not a bad kind of jealous. She just envied the kind of life Jaya led. Until Ivan had captured her, Jaya had been a free spirit flitting around the world living wherever she wanted, living off her wits, making money. It was something that Ndari had never experienced.

But she wanted it.

She wanted the kind of independence she could never find within a palace. Though she enjoyed the luxuries involved in being a Royal. Who wouldn't? There was still a lot that she knew she was missing from her years cloistered in the halls of the palace with only her tutors for company. She wondered if the man on top of her, worshipping every inch of her body was the person to give that to her. Could Keane give her independence?

And then once more he dragged her thoughts back to the moment by thrusting one long, thick finger inside her. She hadn't been prepared for it. He hadn't touched her down there yet. And all of a sudden there he was, right inside her. She gasped and jerked in his arms.

"Whaaaat...!" she squealed, her voice higher pitched than usual.

“I got you, baby,” he said reassuringly, holding her and feeling her from the inside out.

“Oh God, so good,” she moaned. That one simple thing, his finger inside her body, felt so amazing.

“Just feel me, baby. Feel every inch.”

It was electric. Everything inside her lit up like her own personal fireworks. She couldn't help but jerk her legs wider and thrust her hips up to try to get more of that incredible sensation.

“Do it again,” she begged him.

He did it again and again and again until she was panting for air and clinging to him. Her head flung back, her eyes squeezed shut and her forehead wrinkled in concentration.

And then she heard his whisper, it came out in a puff of air across her neck, “Come for me, baby.”

She came harder than she had ever come in her life. She shattered, she shook, she screamed. It was intense. It was absolutely fucking awesome. And then his finger was gone. But before she could miss it, it was replaced by his cock. She hadn't gotten a chance to see it up close and personal. All of his clothes were still on. She didn't even know when he managed to unzip himself. But suddenly he was out and there and pushing inside her, and she felt every inch as he slid in. Thanks to her orgasm, she was more than wet enough to take him. But it was a tight squeeze and she was gasping for air and wiggling to get into a comfortable position.

He must be huge. She couldn't wait to see him when he wasn't inside her anymore. See what that monster looked like.

He gripped her chin and forced her face to his. He stared down at her, and said, “Fuck, it's like coming home.”

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