Page 26 of A Valiant Prince

“Does my princess need relief?” I murmur.

“Please,” she says on a sigh.

I lift her up, and she wraps her legs around me, guiding my once-again steel erection into her tight wetness. Once I’m embedded inside her, I push her against the tile wall of the shower and take control. She holds on to me for dear life as I slam into her over and over. Her nails rake down my back, and it only urges me on toward my release, but I want hers first. I grip her breast with one hand and support her with the other as I start losing control. I pinch her nipple, and she explodes on me, her body violently shaking as she cries out my name. I keep thrusting, and when her pussy clamps down on the head of my cock one last time, I feel my release coat her insides, her juices mixing and sliding down my cock and balls, along with the hot water.

I set her down on the floor gently, letting her get her bearings. She sways for a moment, grips my arm and turns the water to a cooler temperature. She grabs the soap and begins to wash me, tracing the outline of each muscle on my body. By the time she’s at my cock, I’m hard again.

“Again?” she asks coyly.

I give her a look that says not to play with fire, but my little princess is fierce, and fire doesn’t scare her. For a split second, I shiver at that thought because it’s too true.

“What’s wrong?” she says on a frown. I shake my head and cup her jaw.

“Nothing, baby,” I lie, and she sinks down to her knees and takes me in her mouth. I groan. I want to taste her too.

“Anna?” I groan.

“What?” she answers, letting my cock pop out of her mouth.

“Do you trust me?” I ask her.

She looks up at me under heavily hooded lids, and it’s the fucking sexiest thing I’ve seen.

“Yes,” she whispers. I grin.

“Lean over onto the bench. I’m going to pull you up my body upside down,” I explain.

She frowns, confused, and then when she realizes what I want to do her eyes go wide.

“Will that…can we do…are you sure?” she stammers.

My grin intensifies over her innocence and concern.

“Susanna, you weigh nothing. Trust me, it will work,” I say as I urge her to bend over with a press of my hand. She complies and looks back over her shoulder. That look has my cock hardening to epic levels. I pull her legs up and hook them under my arms and over my shoulders. Her juicy pussy is right there, right where I want it. I feel her hands grip my hips as her mouth envelops my dick again. I groan and lick her pussy. At this angle, I can feast on her and I do, sucking, nipping, and fucking her with my tongue. Her velvety mouth returns the favor. After a few minutes, she gets bold and removes one hand from my hip, wrapping it around the base of my cock that won’t fit in her mouth. I hear her wince and I know she’s putting too much pressure on her injured arm.

“Careful, Anna. Let me hold you up,” I say to her. She relaxes her injured arm again, but her other hand is still tightly wrapped around me. I groan, feeling myself edging toward my release. I double my efforts and run my teeth over her clit and that’s all it takes for her to come, her cries stifled by my cock in her mouth which only pushes me toward my own release.

I slowly move her over to the bench, and she shakily sets her good hand down on it. I unhook her also shaking legs and slowly lower them to the floor, her knees buckle, and she sags to the ground. I grab the soap, lift her up onto the bench and start to clean her. She slowly stands and lets me have access to her body. I massage her muscles and kiss her as I clean each inch of her, paying special attention to the still slick area between her thighs. She returns the favor before we head to bed.

We’re both sated from our lovemaking, and she curls into a small ball against me. I hold her tightly and kiss her once more, not able to get enough of her.

“Get some sleep, Princess,” I say to her.

“Uh huh,” she says, her eyes closed.

I grin and kiss her forehead, smelling her hair, her skin. I hold her as though she’s going to disappear if I let go. My need to protect her is growing with each day, each hour, each second. I only hope we can figure out this mess in time.

Chapter Eight

It’s the click-clack of the keyboard that wakes me. I open one eye. It’s not quite light out yet, the sky is that in-between blue color that only exists twice a day right before and after the sun rises or sets. I see the blue glare of Anna’s computer screen. I sit up in bed and rub a hand over my face. She has on her headphones, and she’s deep in code, or at least I think that’s what she’s doing. I watch her for a few uninterrupted minutes. This is where she is most in her zone, she filters out the whole world and homes in on letters, numbers, and symbols. I know nothing about hacking, coding, or any other computer things, but she is a genius. I’ve seen bits and pieces of it over the past few weeks, but it’s in this early hour, with her messy hair, her naked body, her injured arm in its brace, one leg tucked under her and the other curled up against her chest, the foot planted on the seat, that I see her for who she truly is. She’s more than a royal, more than a hacker, she’s Susanna, and the world is at her fingertips because she’s in control. I admire that about her, her strength and determination, her focus.

She pulls the headphones down and turns to me. “I’m going to attempt a different approach,” she says, laying the headphones down on her shoulders. She leans her head to one side and then the other, cracking her neck as she does so. “I think I’ve been approaching it the wrong way. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it until now. I’m trying to go forward, but I need to go backward.”

I hear her but what she’s saying makes zero sense to me. “Anna, I don’t understand a damn thing you’re saying but seeing as how you are a class A-level genius, I’m just gonna go with it,” I say.

She giggles. “A class A- level genius, huh?” she says.

“Yep,” I reply as I get up and walk over to her. I massage her shoulders, and she leans back into my grip.

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