Page 17 of Blade's Princess

She blushes, instinctively moving to cover herself, but I catch her hands.

"Don't hide from me," I tell her. "Let me look at you. Let me worship you."

And that’s just what I do—worship her with my hands, mouth, tongue, and teeth. I explore every inch of her body, learning what makes her gasp, what makes her moan. I find sensitive spots she didn't know she had—the curve of her neck, the inside of her wrist, the soft flesh behind her knee.

When I finally run my tongue between her legs, she arches off the bed with a cry of surprise. She's sopping wet, ready for me, but I take my time, building her pleasure slowly, watching her face as she experiences new sensations.

"Blade," she gasps as I slide one finger inside her, then another, stretching her carefully. "Please."

"Please what, princess?" I ask, nibbling kisses along her inner thigh.

"I need—I want—" She struggles to articulate what she's feeling. “I—I don’t know.”

“Shh. I know what you need," I assure her, circling my thumb over her sensitive clit. "Trust me."

And she does, surrendering completely as I bring her to her first climax with my fingers. She comes apart beautifully, her back arching, my name on her lips, her inner muscles clenching around my fingers.

Before she's fully recovered, I shed my jeans and boxer briefs, positioning my cock between her thighs. I'm painfully hard, have been since she uttered those four words,I want you, Blade.But I force myself to go slow, to be gentle.

"This might hurt," I warn her, pressing against her entrance. "I'll try to make it good for you, but?—"

"I trust you," she says simply, pulling me down for a kiss.

That admission hits me harder than any declaration of love could. Trust is sacred. Yet here she is, giving it to me freely.

I push forward slowly, groaning at the tight, wet heat enveloping me. She tenses at the intrusion, her nails digging into my shoulders. I freeze, waiting for her to adjust.

"Breathe, princess," I murmur, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, her lips. "Relax for me."

Gradually, she does, her muscles relaxing, her body softening beneath mine. I continue, inch by excruciating inch, until I'm fully seated inside her. The sensation is overwhelming—not just physically, but emotionally. It’s where I belong.

"You okay?" I ask, holding still with immense effort.

She nods, her eyes wide and wondering. "It burns a little, but... it's good. You feel good."

“I’m going to move now. You tell me if it’s too much.” I start with slow, gentle thrusts that gradually increase in intensity as she begins to respond, her hips rising to meet mine. The sight of her beneath me, taking all of me, accepting me, is the most amazing thing I've ever experienced.

"Mine," I growl against her neck, unable to stop the possessive declaration. "You're mine now, Sophie. Say it."

"Yours," she gasps, her hands clutching at my back. "I'm yours, Blade."

Something primal and fierce surges through me at her words. I increase my pace, thrusting my hips, driving deeper,claiming her. She matches me, her body instinctively finding the rhythm, her soft cries growing louder.

When I feel her tightening around me again, I slip a hand between us, stroking her in time with my thrusts. She comes for the second time, her inner muscles clenching around me so tightly it pulls my own orgasm from me. I groan her name as I empty myself inside her.

For long moments afterward, we lie tangled together, my weight supported on my forearms to avoid crushing her. Her hands stroke lazily up and down my back, her breathing gradually slowing.

I roll to the side, gathering her against my chest. She feels right in my arms, like she was made to be there. I press a kiss to the top of her head, inhaling the scent of her hair.

"Happy birthday, princess," I murmur.

She laughs softly, the sound vibrating against my chest. "Best birthday present ever."

Chapter 8

Sophie

Blade’s fingers trace my cheek, then slide into my hair. "How do you feel?"

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