Page 20 of His Beloved Princess
"Of course," she mumbled, kissing my chin and giving me a soft smile. She tried to reassure me that she was better, but this time, I paid attention. I saw the sorrow behind her smile. I noticed the glint of grief in her hazel eyes. And I would never leave her alone in this state.
"I'll make you forget about all of this." I winked at her, and before I pulled away, I kissed her nose, making her giggle. Finally, she gave me an honest reaction.
"Strip," I commanded, and for a moment, she hesitated. She was looking at me like I just told her to jump out of the window, but when my eyebrows shot up expectantly, she obeyed.
She wasn't wearing panties or a bra under my T-shirt, so in a second, she was standing in front of me completely naked. Her long hair covered her shoulders and partially her breasts. She looked like a fairy, delicate and beautiful. And she was mine.
All I had to do was show her how grateful I was to have her in my life, how honored I was to have her submission, to have her heart and mind. She didn't know that she was the light in my darkness, that she was the reason behind my smile. I needed to prove that to her. I had to shatter all of her worries and insecurities and chase away her demons.
I knew it wouldn't happen overnight, but I was happy that I finally found out what we were up against. And I knew we could win.
11
Loved
Electra
Iwas naked, standing in front of Bastian, who stared at me like a hungry lion. His eyes roamed my body from head to toe, making me fidget on the spot. I didn't feel uncomfortable under his gaze; I was just impatient to find out what he was up to. He didn't look like he wanted to have some fun with me. The love and desire were evident in his eyes and on his handsome face, but he didn't do anything, which suggested he was about to devour me.
"What do you hate about yourself?"
His question took me by surprise. I cast him a confused glance, furrowing my eyebrows. “Too many things” could be an answer to this.
"I hate my nose," he announced, and I smiled, not believing his words. His nose was perfect, like everything on him. "When I was a child, Andreas always made fun of me because of it. Then, he punched me and broke it. I was traumatized," he explained, and I almost burst out laughing. It felt unreal that he could be unsure about something, especially when it included his stunning looks.
"Your turn, princess." He sat on the bed. His eyes didn't leave my face, giving me time to reconsider my answer, yet I didn't know what to say.
"Ihate basically everything," I whispered, staring at the floor. I was ashamed of my body and my lack of confidence. I was naked around him many times, but this felt different. It was like he was studying my soul, and I feared what he might find there.
"Everything?" He gave me a doubtful look and leaned back, supporting his upper body with his arms while eyeing me. "Are you sure, sweetie? Because I'm confident that I like many parts of you."
He moved his eyes from my face to my chest, sucking his lower lip into his mouth. I tried to suppress a giggle, but when he drifted his gaze to my hips and licked his lips, I failed, and my shoulders started to shake.
"Something funny, princess?" he asked, tilting his head to the side, grinning at me. He could charm me with his presence and sweet talk all day, showing me how much I meant to him. I knew this was real. I was sure of our relationship and my feelings for him. Yet, I wasn't prepared to face the world. His world.
He was right at the party the other day. People in his life would eat me alive.
"You're cute," I pointed out with a wide smile, laughing at his expression. He obviously didn't like my choice of words.
"Cute?" he echoed, blinking a few times before he got up from bed, frowning at me. "I'm a six-foot-four-inch tall, muscled adult male who, in some circumstances, can be pretty damn terrifying. I'm positive that ‘cute’ isn't the right word here."
"What’s wrong with it?" I gave him an innocent look, biting my lower lip. He came closer, his eyes glowing with mischief, and my heart skipped a beat. My mind instantly showed me the sparkling title, "fucky time."
Without warning, he grabbed me by my throat and roughly pinned me to the wall, pressing his massive body against mine. I felt the wetness pool between my legs, and when he licked my neck and started whispering in my ear, I was very quickly transported into the submissive mindset.
"Do you still think I'm the cute one?" he asked hoarsely, making my body quiver and blood rush through my veins. He nibbled my earlobe while I tried to stand properly because my legs turned to jello.
"Every beast...can be a...cutie," I breathed, panting when he gently bit my neck and moved his hand over my naked breast. He squeezed my erect nipple, making me whimper from the sudden mix of pain and pleasure. I looked at him, only to see his signature devilish smirk appear on his gorgeous face.
"Then, let's take this as an introduction to the beast," he growled. The tiny hairs on my whole body stood on end when I noticed the change in his demeanor. I never saw him like this. His narrowed eyes were darker and full of mischief; his expression was unreadable, and my insides danced with excitement.
I squealed when he took me by my arm and tossed me onto the bed like a rag doll, grinning at me. I watched him as he took off his T-shirt and shorts, showing me his perfectly ripped body. He was a fantastic example of a male specimen, and I could only thank the heavens for being the one who could enjoy his firm muscles and his cock tearing me apart. Because that was precisely what I was expecting from him. There was no way in hell this raw animal would be gentle with me.
And I was right. He joined me on the bed, only to turn me onto my stomach and spread my legs. He ordered me to lie still, face down, with my arms behind my back. I obeyed, waiting for him to return from the walk-in closet where he stored his toys. He was only away for a few seconds, but I didn't see what he brought.
For the next two minutes, he was working on tying me down. It wasn't anything complicated; basically, he connected my wrists with my ankles, forcing my ass up in the air. I couldn't move, while he had perfect access to all my private areas. My face was buried in the cushion, concealing my ragged breathing.
I was in bliss just from being in this position. He barely touched me, and my juices were almost on my inner thighs. It was wild how aroused and eager I was. I couldn't wait for him to start playing with me.
