Page 74 of The Princess Trap
Then he kissed the back of her neck, and the strong arm holding her up tightened almost imperceptibly, and he whispered her name as if it was a prayer, his voice broken. “God,” he breathed raggedly. “I—I need you so fucking much.”
“You have me.”
“Do I?” He pulled back, moaning at the slow glide. “Fuck. You’re unbelievable. I knew as soon as I saw you. I knew you were mine.”
He thrust into her and Cherry’s mind scrambled, all her focus stolen by the rising crest of pleasure within her. “Ruben. More.”
He took her hand and pushed it between her legs. “Play with yourself. Come on my cock.” She rubbed her clit in rough, desperate circles and he hissed, thrusting into her again, harder this time. “Good girl. Good fucking girl. Jesus Christ, I can feel you tightening on my dick—“ He broke off with a groan, and his grip on her breast became savage. His other hand clutched the back of the loveseat so hard his knuckles whitened.
And then he really fucked her. Harder than anyone ever had, harder than she even thought she could take.
He grunted over her with each powerful thrust, his cock spearing into her, forcing her to open up for him. She spread her legs wider, arched beneath him, welcomed each ferocious pump of his hips with a mindless cry. Her fingers circled her clit frantically, and her second orgasm hit harder than even she’d expected.
She moaned helplessly beneath him as he fucked her through every shudder, the loveseat, heavy though it was, edging across the floor with the force of his movements.
“God, you feel so fucking good,” he panted, his voice almost unrecognisable, he was so close to the edge. “Look at me.Look at me.”
Cherry’s eyes had slid shut under the sensual force of his touch, but she opened them now and turned her head to meet his gaze. His eyes were inky in the shadows, his features harsh with lust. He kissed her, hard and rough, his unrestrained thrusts setting her aflame even as his tongue plundered her mouth.
Cherry gasped against him as another orgasm shook her, and he growled deep in his chest, tearing his lips from hers. “Fuck,” he rasped out, his thrusts stuttering, his breath ragged. “Fuck, I—” His words turned into a harsh cry as he came, holding her tight against his chest. He sank his teeth into her shoulder as his cock jerked inside her, his hips bucking.
Then he stilled, the tension draining from his muscles. His hold on her gentled, became almost protective as he released a long, shuddering breath. He kissed her shoulder, brushing his lips over the skin he’d bitten.
“Holy fuck,” he sighed.
Cherry slumped against the back of the loveseat, still on her knees, their bodies still joined, his skin hot against hers.
He pressed a kiss to the side of her face. “You okay, love?”
She forced her eyes open, even though exhaustion had settled over her like a blanket some time in the last few seconds. “Yes,” she whispered. “I’m good. I’m great.”
He grinned. In an instant, he went from the man who’d just fucked her senseless to the man she…
Well. She wasn’t sure how to finish that sentence. She just knew that the sight of his smile did things to her heart, set butterflies free in her stomach, and made her want to kiss him. On the nose. And call himbabyorsweetheartor something equally embarrassing.
Oh, dear. She was very far gone. And so well-fucked, she didn’t even care.
He pressed his lips to hers, achingly gentle, then pulled back and whispered, “I like the way you’re looking at me right now.”
She laughed. “That’s funny. I like the wayyou’relooking at me.”
“Good.” He kissed her again, soft and almost reverent. She couldn’t ignore the way her heart swelled in response, seeming twice its usual size and inexplicably lighter, all at once.
Then he shifted his weight and pulled out of her, looking down between their bodies…
And his face changed. Was wiped blank. Completely emotionless. Everything about him stiffened, pulled away from her, even though he hadn’t moved at all.
“What?” she asked, anxiety skittering along her spine. Suddenly, the air around them felt cool and unwelcoming. She became hyper-conscious of her nakedness, of the vulnerability of her position. “What is it?”
And he said, his gaze still fixed on something she couldn’t see, “It broke.”
Cherry frowned, confused. “What broke?”
“The condom,” he choked out. “It fucking broke.” He stood up all at once, as if he couldn’t bear to touch her.
Cherry stood too, turning around just in time to catch a glimpse of his face. He looked pale, horrified, as if he were going to be sick. His chest rose and fell as he dragged in air, his breathing becoming a series of heaving pants.
“Ruben,” she said, keeping her voice as even as possible. “You need to calm down. Okay? Just breathe.”
