Page 115 of Bitter Prince
She peered up, her eyes glossy, velvet with desire, while a playful smile curved her lips.
“I can’t help it when my boyfriend is so damn sexy.” A ball of blazing heat shot through me, straight to my cock. “Don’t you want me?”
“I do, but I don’t want to rush it.”
She didn’t seem nervous, but I worried about her being hurt. Her first time would be more painful than pleasurable, and the thought didn’t sit well with me.
“When you hold me, I’m alive,” she said, putting her hand on my chest. She let out an exasperated breath. “It’s not rushing, Amon. I’m dying here. Please don’t make me wait anymore. You wanted to wait until I was eighteen. Now, please ravage me. Make me scream. All that crazy stuff.”
I gave my head a subtle shake, fighting the grin that was threatening to take over my face. I’d have to remember to flip through one of Athena’s novels one day.
I scooped her up into my arms and strode to the bed.
“You know the first time will hurt, right?”
Her cheeks turned crimson but she rolled her eyes. “Please don’t do the sex-ed talk.”
The corner of my lips tugged up. “We probably should.”
Sitting down on the edge of the bed with her still in my arms, she kicked off her pink heels, then shifted on my lap to straddle me. She faced me, her arms coming to rest on my shoulders. Her dress hiked up, giving me a glimpse of her smooth thighs, and when her pussy brushed against my hard length, I couldn’t contain my groan.
“Okay, what do you want to talk about?” she asked, rolling her hips forward. If she hadn’t told me she was a virgin, I’d swear she knew exactly how to seduce a man. “I know how to put a condom on. I know the first time might hurt and there might be blood.” Her nose scrunched. “And I’m clean.”
“I’m clean too.” I claimed her lips, tasting cinnamon. She tasted like fucking perfection, and the knowledge that I’d be the first to have her filled me with the desperate need to own her completely. Utterly.
Her lips settled on mine and her breasts pushed against me as she gripped me like she never wanted to let go.
I pulled away slightly, finding her lips swollen as she panted.
“We do this, and you’re mine,” I growled. “Forever.” She nodded eagerly. Too eagerly. “You understand there’ll be no other man for you?” She nodded. “Ever,” I emphasized.
“Just you, Amon. Now, please just kiss me. Touch me before I die.”
I chuckled at her honesty. I loved that she didn’t hide behind a mask with me. She gave me everything but also demanded it in return. I took her mouth again, nipping her bottom lip gently. I kissed her, feeling her part in welcome. Our tongues danced to the ancient rhythm, and she made the smallest moan. I swallowed it, relishing in her responsiveness. It was intoxicating.
Reaching for the hem of her dress, I broke our kiss and pulled it over her head. She was left in only a pink lacy thong and a lacy bra that made my cock stir painfully, eager for more.
“You are so beautiful.”
The gruffness of my voice had Reina looking up and searching my face. Her pale skin seemed even paler against mine. We were like polar opposites, but somehow, life kept bringing us together. Like magnets pulled to one another.
Her dainty fingers reached for the buttons on my shirt and started working them.
“You’re more beautiful,” she murmured, leaning forward and pressing small kisses on my neck. Her cinnamon scent wafted into my nose. I couldn’t wait to taste every inch of her skin. Her small palms trailed down my chest and my abs, down to my belt. “And so strong.”
“Lie down.”
She obeyed with such eagerness, my lips twitched. She reclined on the bed and watched me from under those long lashes as I pushed off my shoes and discarded my pants.
The way her eyes roamed over my body shamelessly had my cock twitching in my boxers. Noticing the movement, her gaze darted to them.
Her chest rose and fell, her tongue sweeping over her bottom lip. “Are you going to leave those on?”
“For now.”
Her eyes lowered, taking in her bra and panties. “Should I take these off?”
She reached behind, but I knelt on the bed and stilled her hand. “No, I want to do that.”
