Page 73 of Bitter Prince
He ran a thumb across my nipple, causing friction, then pulled the material down as he leaned in and sucked it into his mouth. I groaned, my head falling back. So he did it again.
I ran a hand into his hair, fisting it with each pull of his wet, hot mouth. He bit, licked, and sucked on them like he couldn’t get enough. It felt risky and dangerous, the potential of getting caught great, but it only aided in the feeling of excitement.
Amon’s mouth hovered near my ear while my heart rumbled loudly in my chest. “Youwantthe chance of getting caught. It excites you.” I moaned. My nipples pebbled into hard, painful points, and a rush of arousal soaked my panties. “Doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” I admitted, my voice barely above the whisper. “But only with you.”
My skin flushed hotter. Flames curled low in my stomach and the damp material between my legs grew wetter with each second that passed.
I ground against his erection with a desperate noise, needing what only he could give me. My breasts felt heavy. My core throbbed. I was burning up.
“Amon,” I breathed. “Please, I need you closer.”
I was aching for him, my pussy throbbing with need, pulsing and jerking as he thrust up slowly against me. God, he was hard. And big.
“How is it that I crave you so much?” he whispered, his mouth moving to my jaw.
“I crave you too,” I rasped, my eyes fluttering shut. And then his hand came between my legs, palming my pussy through the silky fabric and running a thumb across my clit, and my words evaporated.
He peppered my jawline with kisses, and I was on the verge of spontaneous combustion. He crashed his mouth to mine, gripping me in his large palms and controlling the kiss. It was claiming. A promise. A challenge. A reward.
He devoured me, plunging his tongue to meet mine while his thumb rubbed my clit, stringing my pleasure along. His hips ground against mine. Every nerve in my body was electric, hypersensitive. My fingers trailed across the nape of his neck as I dug my nails into his scalp.
He growled into my mouth.
“Open your eyes, Reina.” My eyes, half-lidded and hazy, met his gaze as black as the galaxies. My hands came to his shoulders, holding on to him like he was my rock. “Now watch me get you off.”
His thumb slipped under the hem of my thong and his palm pressed against my clit, applying the smallest amount of friction. I shuddered against him. I was close, and judging by the way he looked at me, Amon knew it.
We both watched his hand between my legs. His palm moved slowly, grinding against my clit, and desperate need bubbled to the surface. As if we’d done this a million times before, he slipped two fingers through my wetness and pushed them inside of me.
I arched, digging my nails into his shoulders.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “I can’t wait to feel your tight cunt grip my cock.”
His words and his rough hands seemed to spark a fuse.
“Today?” I breathed with hope, ecstasy unfurling in my veins.
His dark chuckle was my answer.
“Not today, my greedy girl.” He slid his thick fingers in and out of me, brushing against my clit each time and expanding the pressure, causing my eyes to roll back.
“God, I’m—” I panted. “Oh my God.”
My head fell forward, resting on his neck. He smacked my ass with the next thrust of his fingers and I ground against his hand while mind-numbing pleasure built, ready to explode. Then he spanked me again, and I moaned against his neck as he soothed the burn on my ass with a palm.
A rough rumble vibrated in his chest. “Fuck, you’re going to be the end of me.”
He continued to fuck me with his fingers and I watched dreamily, something so erotic about the way his fingers pulled out only to disappear back inside me. I was so wet, my arousal dripped down my thighs and filled the enclosed space with obscene noises. I ground against his hand, panting.
“Oh, God, oh, God, oh…” I rode his fingers like it was my only purpose in life. Like I’d die if I didn’t.
I trembled, the pressure threatening to erupt. My wetness dripped down his hand and my legs.
He thrust his fingers hard, curling inside me and hitting a spot that made me see stars. His thumb pressed on my clit as I shuddered, launching me over the cliff. My vision dimmed and my hearing dulled. The only things I registered were my heavy breaths and my pounding heart. Blood pumped from the tips of my fingers to my toes, searing every inch along the way.
He continued to move his fingers slowly in and out of me while I shuddered against him, kissing his neck and tasting him. His heady, clean, and masculine scent was my drug.
