Page 25 of A Valiant Prince

I contemplate that for a moment. “It was a good childhood. Honestly, I can’t really complain. My mom was a little…hyper-focused on her job, but I never questioned whether she loved me. I didn’t know my dad back then, but my grandparents were the most loving, caring guardians I could ask for,” I say. “I did all the things I wanted, little league, bike rides, tree forts, soccer, and all the kids loved hanging out at our house because Nana always made cookies.”

Anna laughs. “Sounds like Tessa and her cookies,” she says.

“See, our childhoods weren’t that different,” I say to her.

“We both lost our mothers,” she says quietly.

“True, although I was pretty much an adult,” I say to her.

“It’s still tough,” she replies as she grips my hand in hers.

I shrug as we pull into the driveway. Lucas pulls in behind us, and we wait for him to check the house. Pete had gone over our security protocol about ten times in the car on the way from the airport and then another ten times on our way here. We wait in the car, and when Pete gives the all clear we head inside.

“We’re off to bed,” I say to them.

“Goodnight,” Hendrick says. “I like your grandparents, by the way.”

I laugh. “You and everyone else who’s ever met them,” I reply as I walk down the hall to the master suite. I shut the door and turn to see the best sight I’ve seen in days. Anna, naked, lying on the bed.

“Hello,” I say to her as I lock the door and saunter toward her.

“Hi,” she says almost shyly.

“Ready for bed?” I tease.

She crooks her finger at me, and I crawl up on the bed, encasing her between my legs.

“Does the princess need something?” I ask as I lean down and run my tongue over her erect nipple.

“Y-yes,” she stammers on a breath.

I slowly trace my finger up her leg until I reach the hot wetness that I’ve been missing for the past thirty-six hours. I run my finger up and down, tracing her clit, before sinking it inside her. She whimpers and thrusts against my finger.

“I need to taste you, Princess,” I say as I crawl back down her body so I can run my tongue along her sex. She tastes of Susanna, flowers, honey, and a little salty. I make love to her with my mouth, my tongue, my lips. I unleash my cock and stroke myself, needing more, needing her wrapped around me.

She’s thrashing on the bed, and I know she’s close, when I feel her muscles begin to quiver around my finger, I pull it out and thrust my cock inside of her. She lets out a small cry, and I cover her mouth with my own, letting her taste herself on my tongue. My thrusts come fast and hard. I need a release, I’m chasing it, and she’s right there with me. Our bodies smacking against each other and making a sucking wet noise in the otherwise quiet room.

I could lose myself in this woman. Her pussy trembles around my cock and the pulsing muscles drive me farther toward the edge of the cliff. I start to lose control, my thrusts becoming deep and uneven. She grips my shoulders tightly, and her head falls back. I look down at her as she squeezes her eyes shut.

“Look at me, baby. I want to watch you come,” I say to her. Those giant dark blue eyes pop open and that’s my undoing. I feel my cock swell inside her, her walls tighten around me and squeeze every last drop of come from my dick as she silently cries out her release. I slow my thrusts, trying to prolong the pleasure for both of us. My body shakes with the last pulses of my orgasm, my balls so tight I’m sure they are up inside my body.

I stop moving and look down at her sated face. I lean down and kiss her, slowly, gently. I pull out of her, and she winces a bit. The caveman in me hopes she feels the remnants of our lovemaking tomorrow. I shake my head at my ridiculous alpha thoughts.

“What?” she asks, rolling onto her side and looking up at me.

“You make me think crazy things, Anna,” I say to her.

“You make me think crazy things too, Logan,” she says with a small grin. I lean down again and kiss her.

“Shower and bed?” I ask her.

“Really, bed?” she asks as she gets up and struts toward the bathroom. “I was thinking more like round two followed by round three.”

I smirk and follow her. She’s already got the shower going and the steam is fogging up the mirrors, it’s like an optical illusion as I see her fuzzy reflection. I turn the corner and walk into the shower, wrapping my arms around her and kissing her neck. I give it a little bite, and she squeals.

“Behave,” she says, turning in my arms and wrapping hers around my neck.

“With you? Never,” I say as I lick at her lips, encouraging her to open them for my exploration. She obliges, and I get lost in her mouth for a few minutes until I feel her grinding against my leg.

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