Page 93 of Vicious Princess
He flicks his tongue out and catches my finger. A shiver goes through me when he sucks it into his mouth, swirling his tongue over it gently. I’m hot all over again.
I want him. All of him.
Slowly, I pull myself out of his lap. Daegel watches me in silence when I rise to my feet in front of him. His eyes widen a fraction, lust written all over his features when I undo the first button of my jacket. He follows every movement of my hands as I undo all the buttons and then slide the jacket off my shoulders.
Many times in my life, I’ve faced death. Yet this is the scariest thing I have ever done.
Next to go are my gloves. The ugly red scars on the back of my hands, my chest, and each side of my waist are on display. Bared for his judgment. For a moment, doubt almost overwhelms me, and I want to cover up.
But the way Daegel watches me pushes me forwards. Not a single ounce of disgust is visible on his face. It’s all admiration and lust.
When I’m only in my white cotton panties, I pause. Every inch of me tingles and pulsates with anticipation of pleasure, and butterflies roam in my belly. Daegel leans forwards and grazes the scarred skin of my thigh with his knuckles. Then he kisses that same spot.
Before I know it, his hands are on my hips and I’m straddling his lap once again.
“You’re even better than I imagined,” Daegel whispers, his lips grazing my neck. “Every damn inch of you is pure perfection.”
A shiver runs down my spine, and I bury my fingers in his hair.
Daegel kisses the skin between my breasts, and my nipples pebble. When his lips close over one peak, a soft moan escapes my lips. His touch is so not what I expected. I expected him to handle me rough and fast, like before.Hard.Instead, he’s gentle and slow, waking my body one kiss at a time.
My whole body burns with desire. I long for him, for his touch, for the hot kiss of his lips. I can’t help but shiver with each brush of his lips on my skin. I’m in heaven.
Growing impatient, I pull his white shirt over his head and toss it aside. His muscles are hard as steel under my fingertips. He pulls me closer to him. The sweet sensation of skin-to-skin contact is divine. I can’t get enough of it.
Daegel kisses the middle of my throat and mumbles, “Finally, we have enough time and space so I can get a proper taste of you. Worship every inch of your perfect body.”
I sigh, savoring the sensation of his lips. “Brave words. You better live up to the promise.”
He drags his tongue up the side of my neck to my ear. When he nibbles on my earlobe, I moan.
“Once I’m done with you tonight, you won’t even remember your name.” There’s a dark threat in his words that sends a shiver down my back.
He stands with me in his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he lowers us onto the plush rug. It’s soft under my back, and I love the weight of Daegel on top of me.
Slowly, Daegel kisses his way down my body. Each caress of his lips is intentional and sweet. He showers every inch of my scarred skin with sweet admiration, and by the time he reaches the most sensitive spot between my thighs, I’m panting.
When he flicks his tongue over my swollen clit, I arch my back and moan. I am drowning in sensation, my whole body aflame. Tension builds rapidly inside me. Daegel’s mouth is wicked, and my toes curl. My moans grow louder, and I buck my hips, wanting more, more, more. Daegel obliges, giving me exactly what I desire.
I come so hard, I see stars.
Even when I’m shaking and trembling all over from the intensity of my pleasure, Daegel doesn’t stop toying with me. I have to fist his hair at the back of his head and pull him off me.
Panting, I say, “That was…that was a damn good orgasm, but nowhere as close to what I was promised.”
The flames from the fireplace reflect in his dark eyes. “Oh, princess. Did you think I was done with you already?”
Roughly, Daegel flips me over onto my stomach and spanks my ass. I fist the long fur of the rug and arch my back. The sting from the impact feels fucking great.
Daegel’s weight presses onto my back, and he kisses the back of my shoulder. His lips are gentle, but he thrusts inside me with such force, I gasp.
“Too much?” His voice in my ear is rough.
I bite my bottom lip, savoring the way he stretches me. I shake my head. “No. You promised me I wouldn’t remember my name by the time you were finished with me. Well, I’m still very well aware my name is?—”
I don’t get to finish the sentence because he fists the hair at the back of my head and tugs on it while he drives his hard cock deep and hard inside me. All that’s left for me to do is moan as each thrust brings me closer and closer to the edge once again.
The air in the room is heavy, pressing into us. It’s almost impossible to breathe. I tremble as small waves of pleasure rise deep within me and roll all the way down my body. I’m about to lose my mind.
