Page 17 of Mated to the Crown
“What? Tell me.” He sounds genuine, the mean streak he had earlier with that woman almost like a different person. He peppers kisses across my jawline and down my neck, nuzzling his nose against my collarbone.
“You are a Prince. I am a servant.” I whisper. He nips my collarbone, sending a jolt to my core.
“And?” He asks, licking the mark before he pulls the flesh into his mouth, alternating between sucking and kissing.
I writhe in his lap, grasping his shirt and tipping my head back to give him better access. I can feel his length beneath me and I start to worry.
Was I just some fuck? But if I was, why wouldn’t he just get a concubine?
“I don’t know.” I finally respond, whimpering as he trails his tongue across the mark. I can feel the burn on my skin and know I have a mark.Fuck.He looks down at it and smiles, kissing the spot once more.
“So why are you so worried? I will keep you safe, if that is what you are worried about?” He groans.
I honestly don’t know what I’m worried about. The stigma maybe? The worry about something happening to me and my sister?
“How will you keep me safe?” I whimper.
His words comfort me but there is still a small voice inside my head warning me. His hands slide down, cupping my ass as he pulls me closer still. I let out a little yelp as I fall onto him, pressing him against the bed while he slides down.
“Do you like it up there?” He kisses me again.
“No.” I frown, realizing how we are positioned.
“Then let’s change that.” He holds me tight before rolling me over, the plate clattering on the floor. I let out a giggle as I let the hope and excitement fill my chest as he settled on top of me. His body was warm against mine, caging me in against the bed and for some reason I didn’t worry about it. For some fucked up reason, I trusted him. I couldn’t explain it, it was something I felt the first moment I saw him. Deep inside there was some connection. Maybe I was reading too many books, or living out this fantasy I so desperately wanted.
“Is that better, baby?” He leans down on his elbow before running his hand down my body. “Do you want me to stop?” His black hair falls into his face, loose from the way he had styled it.
“No.” My voice comes out choked. I wanted him more than I could explain.
“You are so beautiful.” He brushes my hair from my face, leaning down and kissing me again. Our mouths tangle together as he grinds against me.
I let out a soft whimper which just urges him on more. I grind against him, needing some friction. He must sense it because his hand slips down my hip to between my legs, giving me just enough pressure.
“Fuck.” I gasp, arching my back. He presses his fingers against me again and starts slow tantalizing circles. His mouth returns to my neck, licking and kissing. When I whimper again I can feel his smile against my skin.
“So fucking sexy when you make those noises.” He whispers in my ear, his voice the deepest I’ve ever heard it. A growl accompanies it and turns me on so much. The way he is so dominating and confident in himself makes my insecurities melt away.
“Please.” I whisper, needing to feel more. My core tightens, needing more to be pushed over the edge. Although his touches were the perfect pressure, I wanted to see and feel more of him.
“Please what?” He pulls away, slipping my hands up above my head. I stare up at him, not entirely sure what he is looking for. He has said multiple pet names to me, was he looking for that? Was he looking for me to tell him what I want? “Please what?”
“I need more of you.” I finally speak which makes him smile a wicked smile.
“You beg so well.” He growls.
I move my hands but he pins them above my head before moving down the bed. I watch him, anxiety and self doubt creeping up my throat. His teeth bite at my hip, distracting me from my worries. His fingers push my dress up, revealing mytoned legs. They were tan like the rest of me, but bruises and cuts were dotted along my calves.
“What are these from?” He rumbles, pressing a kiss to each one.
“I’m klutzy.” I whimper as his mouth trails further up my legs, kissing along the marks until he reaches my inner thighs. His hot breath washes over my skin and I widen my legs.
“I’m going to have to keep an eye on you. I don’t like these marks on your skin, only my mark.” He rumbles as his lips leave a trail along my skin.
I nod, scooting down on the bed toward him more. My insides were on fire. I needed a release, I needed him.
A knock sounds at the door and I freeze. Here I was, laid out on Prince Malik’s bed. He was between my legs, my dress hiked up and his mouth so close to my pussy. I quickly scoot up and pull away from him, standing up beside the bed and taking a step away from him. He watches me with a permanent scowl on his face but doesn't say anything. My heart thumps wildly in my chest, my breathing heavy as I try to fight the tears trying to escape. We were having a perfect moment and then it was ruined.
“Stay here.” He growls, heading to the door. He opens it, snapping at the person on the other side. “What do you want?” His voice fills the room, reverberating throughout with his anger. I wince, wondering how quickly he changed from who he was with me, to this scary guy.
