Page 83 of Princess Redeemed
And though I have no idea how we’ll get through everything—my father, my stepfather, Eris—I know we will.
We must.
I clamp my mouth to his.
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The kiss is fierce,desperate.It’s a clash of teeth and tongues, an unspoken need that ravages both of us.I pull him closer, savoring the comfort his physical presence brings.
“Princess,” he growls.
The vibration of his voice against my lips sends electricity through me.I devour him with my lips until I have to break away and gasp for air.
But we stay close, our foreheads touching, as we both try to catch our breaths.
“Rogan,” I pant out.“We’ll do this.We’ll figure it all out.I meant it when I promised.”
He cups my cheek, his gaze full of longing.“I know we will, Hannah.But right now I need to fuck you.Take off those clothes.”His voice goes raspy as his irises swirl with that familiar passion and wildness.“Strip.Now.”
“Are you ordering me around, Rogan?”I challenge, trying to suppress the anticipation in my stomach.It’s certainly not the first time he’s done so, but we’re in a different situation now.
His gaze darkens.“Yes, princess.You’d best obey or I’ll rip them off.”
I know only too well that he’s not joking.
I’m glad to be rid of the garments I wore while training with Alara.A moment later, everything is piled on the floor, and I stand naked in front of my wolf.
My nipples are already hard and needy, my pussy throbbing and ready.
Rogan rises, unsnaps and unzips his jeans, and frees his massive cock.
I can’t help myself.I’ve seen it many times before, but I gawk at its beauty, at its magnificence.I wasn’t sure I’d ever see it—him—again.
He stalks toward me, lifts me as if I weigh no more than a feather, and sets me down on his cock.
I sigh as I sink onto him.
The completion.The ache of emptiness no longer.
He grips my hips hard, no doubt leaving marks.
I love marks.Like the marks I leave on his neck after I feed.
He’s mine.Fucking mine.
He belongs to no one but me.
Not to Eris.
Only to me.
He pulls me against his chest and finds my mouth again, our tongues battling in the heated, frenzied kiss.I let out a moan into his mouth as he begins to move underneath me, thrusting upward in a feral rhythm that has me gasping for breath.Sweat beads on my skin and the room becomes too hot.
“Is this what you wanted, princess?”he groans against my lips, the muscles of his back tightening under my fingertips.He moves from my hips to grip my ass, holding me in place as he drives into me again and again.
“Yes,” I gasp out, the pleasure building within me, coiling tight like a spring ready to snap.“Yes, this is what I wanted.”
His grunts and moans fill the room.He quickens his pace, and our bodies slap together.The raw power of him, the heat, the intensity—it’s too much and not enough all at once.
