Page 78 of Dark Prince's Mate

Carrying me to an archway, he says, “And my mate will always get what she wants.”

Our clothes disintegrate on our bodies only to be reassembled on the bed, perfectly clean.

I shift my hips, enjoying his hard length that’s pressed between my legs.“You’re any housewife’s dream.”

“Housewife?”

“There will never be laundry or dishes to do.”

“Laundry?Dishes?”His voice is gruff.“Is this your ‘sexy’ talk?”

He walks into a cubicle and pulls a leather cord that hangs on the wall.In an instant, warm water cascades over us.

Blinking drops from my eyes, I stare at the holes in the ceiling through which the water is pouring.“How do they heat the water?”

“That’s what you’re thinking about?”He pushes me against the wall, holding me up with his hands on my ass cheeks.“Now?”

I shrug.“I’m curious.”

“Insatiable.”He chuckles.“They warm it in cauldrons over a fire.”

“In every room?”

“They produce pellets from dried grass and pulp from hard wood trees that burn for a long time.”

“Like coals,” I muse.

Using the wall to support my back, he slips one hand between our bodies and enters me with two fingers.My inner walls flutter from the stretch, my belly tightening with pleasure.

“We don’t have much time,” he says, “so I want you to keep your eyes on me, and don’t you dare look away.”

I try to focus on his face as he presses a thumb on my clit, but the pressure is enough to bring me to a quick release.

“Aruan.”

“That’s right, my sweet.Show me how you come apart for me.”

The words push me over.I clench around his fingers, coming hard and fast but still needing him.

I bite my lip to stifle my sounds.Keeping his fingers inside me, he kisses me as if this is our last day together.It’s wild and uninhibited, two people drowning in lust and not coming up for air.The aftershocks of my orgasm pulse through my lower body, ripples of ecstasy like the flapping of butterfly wings.

I trail my hands over the smooth planes of his chest, tracing the hardness of his muscles and the deep grooves.When he finally lets me breathe, my lips are swollen, and my skin is chafed from his stubble.

Leaning my head against the wall, I grip his shoulders.“I need more than your hand.”

“If you want my cock, just say so.”

“You want a verbal confirmation?I want your cock inside me, Aruan.Now.”

The silver of his eyes darkens.“Then take it.”

He wants me to admit what I want, to show him I need him, so I do it.When he pulls out his fingers, I grip his cock and guide the head to my entrance.The moment I part my folds with the tip, he doesn’t constrain himself any longer.He takes back control, spearing into me with a single thrust.The punch of his hips moves my body up the wall, but I couldn’t care if he breaks me in two as long as he doesn’t stop.

I thread my fingers through his wet hair, holding on as he pounds pleasure into me.The sensations are overwhelming, and exactly what I asked for.What I want.What I need.Like he demanded, I keep my eyes open, showing him everything he does to me.

The pleasure builds slowly this time.I already know it’s going to hit me like a wrecking ball before he ups the pace.I hold on for what it’s worth, knowing he’s going to destroy me.Again and again.

He wraps an arm around my middle, bracing me for the final blow, and splays the fingers of his other hand over my chin and cheeks.Holding me in place, he kisses me until I taste blood on my tongue—his blood, I realize, where my teeth have cut his lip.I tilt my hips, chasing the friction I need.And then I’m there.

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