Page 22 of Claimed by the Bastard Prince
Now the wait was over.
Fisting his cock in one hand, he approached her sleeping form, his mind racing with all the naughty things he wanted to do to her. First, he had to taste her. The scent of her arousal had driven him insane with lust on the plane.
Grabbing her ankles, he yanked her further down on the bed and forced her thighs apart. Before her eyes fluttered open, he had his tongue circling her clit. He peeked at her over the smooth expanse of her stomach to find her expression one of euphoria. He splayed her folds apart and plunged two fingers in and out of her tightness while he continued teasing her clit, making her writhe and moan against his mouth. Her little whimpers and moans were music to his ears.
When she tensed, as if her orgasm was approaching, he immediately withdrew his fingers from her wet channel and sat back. A frustrated noise emitted from her throat, and her equally annoyed stare, told him she’d been only a second away from a release.
“You can come when my cock is buried deep in your tight pussy, Cora.”
Need flared in her blue depths and she parted her legs further in invitation. Then her eyes widened in alarm, as if she’d just remembered something important. She reached into the drawer of her bedside table, pulled out a condom, and tossed it in his direction with a sassy look. He tore open the packet and wasted no time in sheathing himself. Fuck, he was so beside himself with the want of her that he’d nearly forgotten the need for protection.
The idea of putting a baby in her appealed, though. As soon as they were married, he would insist on pumping her full of his seed every day, until her stomach swelled with their child.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly with her quick breaths, and he straddled her and cupped her breasts for a moment, before settling his cock at her entrance and grabbing hold of her hips.
“Here’s another taste of what you’ll experience on our wedding day, and every day afterward,” he said smugly, before thrusting into her pussy.
Fuck yes.
She was all tight perfection and velvety warmth, wrapped around his straining cock.
“Or you could stay in New York and we could live in sin.” Her face contorted with pleasure as he drove in and out of her with increasing speed. “You can be my live-in boy toy.”
“You’ll”—hard thrust—“say yes”—deep plunge—“very soon.” His vision started to blur. Fuck, he was close to exploding already. He slowed for several moments, not wanting to come until she’d cried out her pleasure. “Admit it. I’m your dream man. Handsome. Exotic. Rich and powerful. Not to mention, large-dicked with the stamina of a god.”
She tried to look unimpressed with his little speech, but her face soon broke out in a smile. “Stamina of a god, you say?” A second later, she contracted the inner walls of her pussy, clamping down so hard on his cock he almost choked from the pleasure. She did it again five more times, in rapid succession.
Confused, he stopped thrusting and tried to gather his self-control.
“How are you doing that?”
“Doing what?” she asked with a faux innocent look, squeezing his cock once more.
“I’ve half a mind to turn you over my knee and redden your little bottom, you minx. Now answer my question.”
“I take it Ismallian women don’t do their Kegel exercises?”
“I don’t understand,” he said, holding her tighter.
“I’ll explain later. Now finish making love to me.” Her eyes turned serious. “I’m really overjoyed you followed me, by the way. It was so bold and unexpected. Like something out of a movie.”
“When I watched you disappear in the security line, it was as if my whole world went dark. I couldn’t be without you. You’remine. You’ve beenminesince the night we first met.”
Her eyes turned dreamy and she reached for him. He gathered her closer, pressing her head to his chest and embracing her as his release approached.
When she gasped and jerked in his arms, coming undone as she undulated her center against his, the final threads of his control snapped.
Growling his pleasure, he erupted within her tightness and held her close to his heart.
Right where she belonged.
Epilogue
Five months later…
Cora knelt on the floor,her heart racing as Akeen circled her with slow, deliberate steps. She was stark naked, while he was fully dressed. He was holding a crop in one hand that was similar in appearance to the one he’d used to interrogate her in the dungeons several months ago.
“Do you have anything to say for yourself, young lady?” The firm tone in his voice sent a shiver down her back.
