Page 12 of Naughty Prince
“Look into my eyes,ástin mín.Look at me as I claim you as mine. Do you want to be mine?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Then look at me. Calm your breathing. And let me inside your body.”
I let out a slow breath, forcing myself to look into his eyes. His beautiful lust-filled eyes that seem to want nothing but me. I relax, and he shifts inside me, nudging his way in before driving his hips forward with a sudden thrust. I let out a shriek as pain blooms and burns.
“I thought this was supposed to feel good,” I cry.
“It will,” he whispers, pressing his lips to my forehead. “Give it a moment. I’ll stay right where I am. When your body adjusts, I’ll move, and it’ll feel the way it should.”
“Do you promise?” I pout. “Because that did not feel good at all. In fact, I want to go back to the licking and sucking part. That was a lot of fun.”
He chuckles, and something about the way his body shakes actually feels really good. Like,reallygood. I even wriggle a little to test that feeling out.
“Holy fuck,” Luke hisses.
“I think I’m ready for you to move now.”
“Yeah?”
I pull my lip into my mouth and nod. “Would it be weird if I asked you to make love to me?”
He grins and brushes his lips against mine. “Since that’s exactly what I intend on doing, it wouldn’t be weird at all.”
Shifting his hips back, he takes my mouth in his and kisses me deeply while we move as one. Something about this erotic connection has my skin on fire and my mind swimming in a state of bliss. I can feel that urge inside me, building to something more with each powerful stroke of his cock, and when his fingers find my nipples and trace circles around the buds, I’m whimpering from the pleasure of it. This may be my first time, but I feel certain that this level of emotion isn’t normal. I look into his eyes and see this intense rhapsody reflected back at me. And now my heart feels sure that this is more than an eight-day holiday fling. I would do anything to be with this man, and I feel sure he’d do the same for me.
“I don’t think I can ever let you go,” he says as if he heard my thoughts and wanted to ease my doubts.
“I don’t think I can go,” I reply, and he wraps his fingers with mine and lifts my hands above my head.
“You are mine,ástin mín.Mine.” He repeats the last word as he drives into my body over and over again. Everything feels set to burst, and I dig my fingers into his arms and hold on tight, knowing this explosion would come from us both. And as he grunts and thrusts, he finishes on an impale and we find our combined release.
He shudders and moans, while I scream and writhe, clenching my insides as I feel his pulsing flood hit my womb.
“I love you,” I whisper as he lifts his head, his beautiful face and body coated with a fine sheen of sweat.
“Ástin mín,” he murmurs, brushing his fingers along the side of my cheek. “I—”
“Get on the ground!”
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Lucas
The splitting sound of wood cracking joins the yelling as men in black coveralls and bullet-proof vests burst into the room.The royal guard.
Ivy screams.
Shit.
Shit. Fuck. Crap.
“What is going onnnn?!” she shrieks, scrambling to cover her body. I’m still inside her, and I want to kill these men right now.What the fuck is wrong with them?
“It’s going to be OK,” I assure her as I lift my hands where they can see them. These men are trained to use deadly force on any perceived threat. I ease myself out of her body then stand and turn to face them. Even through their masks I can see the shock in their eyes at finding their prince naked in the royal cabin when he’s supposed to be in Milan.
“Prince Lucas?”
