Page 21 of Vicious Princess
Damn, sex without attachment isawesome. If only I’d known how freeing this feels sooner…
I don’t care about anything but the pleasure that consumes my body in this moment. Daegel’s lips leave a trail of roughkisses down my neck. He nibbles on the gentle skin there, and I arch my back.
The threat of leaving a mark on my skin lingers as he grazes it with his teeth. I fist the silky-smooth hair at the back of his head and pull. I don’t want to carry him on my skin, something that would remind me of this.
To my relief, Daegel doesn’t give me a hickey. His lips travel down, to the valley between my breasts. When he cups my breasts through my shirt and the leather corset-vest, I moan.
Fuck, that feels good.
Even in the dark, his fingers are swift as he unlaces the front of my corset and frees my aching breasts. Each flick of his thumb over my sensitive nipples through my shirt sends a lightning bolt of pleasure down to my center.
When he pushes the shirt aside and flicks the nipple with his warm, slick tongue, I’m ready to lose it.
With his knee, he pushes my thighs apart and wedges his thigh against me. His hands knead the flesh of my breasts while he sucks on one of the nipples, rolling the other between his fingers.
I dig my nails into the hard muscles of his broad shoulders, holding on for dear life. My hips roll, desperate for more friction. The air around us is heavy, charged with desire.
The sounds that escape my lips are foreign to me. I can’t recognize myself as I’m overwhelmed with this intense passion that threatens to consume me.
Daegel’s lips move away from my overly sensitive nipples, and he kisses his way back up to my lips. He lets go of one of my breasts and shoves his hand into my leather pants.
I moan into his mouth when his fingers find my throbbing clit.
“You’re so soft and slick,” he whispers, his breathing labored. His fingers slide deeper between my folds, then slip inside me. “Fuck, you feel so damn good.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant as he curls his fingers, caressing that sweet spot inside me. I grind my hips against the heel of his palm. “Don’t stop.”
He chuckles over my throat. “I have no intention of stopping.”
The tension deep inside my belly coils, building with each stroke of his fingers. It builds, builds, builds, until?—
It snaps, sending my body and mind into a frenzy. With a sharp cry, I tense and ride out the intense wave of pleasure that grips every fiber of my being.
When my hips jerk from too much stimulation, Daegel slides his fingers out of me and pulls his hand from my pants. I hear him lick his fingers.
“Sweet,” he says, voice hoarse. “I must say, that sound you make right before you come is damn sexy.”
Breathless, I chuckle. Before I can fully recover from my orgasm, Daegel’s hands are on my hips, and he whips me around so that my back is against his chest.
He pushes his hips into my ass, the hardness pressing into me. Despite the lingering sparkle of the orgasm I just had, the need for more comes back to life within me.
This whole experience is so thrilling. I can’t get enough of it. Of Daegel’s touch.
He digs his fingers into my hips, and I bite my bottom lip.
Grinding into me, he clears his throat. “I’m not currently taking the herbal supplement to suppress fertility, because I’m not…engaging in much ofthis.”
My mind’s so hazy from the pleasure, it takes me a couple of heartbeats to understand what he’s saying. That’s endearing. Aninnocent Ezkai soldier who looks like an ancient god and fucks like an animal.
That thought almost makes me chuckle. Instead, I say, “I’m on it. Don’t worry.”
My words unleash the beast within Daegel. Roughly, he unlaces my leather pants and shoves them down my hips. I inhale a sharp breath when the tip of his hard cock presses against my opening.
Daegel doesn’t slide inside. Not yet. He allows the tension to build, lazily toying with my heavy breasts and pebbled nipples.
Flattening my palms against the rough wooden door, I push my ass back and arch my back. I want to feel him in me.
When he finally gives me what I want and slides inside, he does it slowly and teasingly. My toes curl in my shoes, and I rest my forehead against the door. Once he’s buried to the hilt, stretching me sweetly, he stays there for a heartbeat. Just as steadily as he entered, he slides out.
