Page 54 of Dark Prince

“Again,” he murmurs against my lips. “Say my name again. Keep talking, little bird. I love the sounds you make when you’re about to fall apart.”

I oblige, moaning his name again and again. His lips are on the other side of my neck, sucking at a spot just below my jawline as he pounds into me even harder, making the refrigerator behind me shake with each deep thrust.

Then, suddenly, he stops.

Gripping my waist in his large hands, he slides out of me and sets me down. My feet hit the cool, tiled floor, and I open my eyes to see him towering over me, the tip of his slick cock brushing my stomach. Before I can speak, Lucas uses his grip on my waist to turn me around. He lifts my hands and presses them flat against the metal of the fridge, then grabs my hips and jerks my ass backward, making me bend at the waist.

My breathing hitches as I feel his hands on my ass, my body dying for more. But it doesn’t come. He’s just massaging my flesh, stroking it with a deliberate thoroughness that makes my eyes roll back in my head. I peer over my shoulder to see him staring down at my ass with fascination and heat in his eyes.

“You know how many times I’ve pictured this?” he whispers softly. “In my office, when I jacked off to the thought of you… I thought about you bent over my desk. Showing me your perfect ass just like this. Your pussy dripping with arousal.”

I feel his finger lightly trace my entrance, and I rock into his touch, but he moves away. He rubs my ass in circles with one hand, squeezing me, toying with me as he gently strokes himself with his other hand.

A plaintive whine falls from my lips, but it cuts off in a yelp as he lifts his hand and brings it down quickly, his palm colliding with my ass in a sharp slap. The spot where he spanked me tingles, heat rushing through my veins as my knees wobble.

“How very easily this skin of yours turns pink,” Lucas muses. “Mmm, I like it. It turns me on so much.” He slips a single finger into my core and chuckles darkly. “I think it turns you on too.”

“Fuck,” I murmur, very articulately.

He massages away the sting, his voice dropping to an even deeper timbre. “That day you walked into my office, I thought about claiming you right then and there. I would have hiked your dress up, pinned your hands to the small of your back, and fucked you one inch at a time. Slowly adding more, but never increasing speed or pressure. Not until I was deep, deep inside you. Throbbing against your tight, slick walls. Maybe I would’ve just stayed there, taking in the feeling of you. Listening to you pant for breath, waiting for you to whimper with need.”

I can’t believe how much his words affect me, but he could probably stop touching me and just whisper dirty words in my ears and make me come that way. My breath falls out of rhythm as he drops his hand lower, exploring the hot wetness between my thighs as his fingertips brush over my pussy.

“Once you begged me to fuck you,” Lucas continues, “I wouldn’t hold back. I’d bury myself deep within your pussy with every thrust. My cum would drip down your thighs, but even then, I wouldn’t stop.” His voice is almost hypnotic as he adds on, “You would quiver from the force of your climax. Your knees would be weak, and your breath escaping you no matter how much air you tried to pull in, but you would manage to beg for more. And I would fill you again.And again.”

I’m so lost in his imaginary scenario that with my eyes closed, I can pretend I’m on that rose quartz desk of his, pleading for his cock. As I start to squirm with desire, unable to stop myself from moving, the broad head of his dick finally presses into me. Just as roughly as he described fucking me in his fantasy, he does so now, and it’s overwhelming in the best possible sense. I rock back into his movements, wanting more of him.Allof him.

My hands rake against the fridge, trying to brace myself from the force of his impact. My core is tightening around him already, ecstasy burning through me like an untamed blaze.

“If you were immortal,” he rasps, “I wouldn’t get anything done for a millennia. I’d be buried in your pussy for decades at a time. Just like this.”

Oh. My. Motherfucking. God.

He’s going to kill me if he keeps saying stuff like that. My head droops between my arms, my dark hair falling around my face as I moan out loud.

“Take all of me,” he groans, his fingers digging into my hips as his pelvis slaps against my ass, his balls hitting my clit with every thrust. “You’re mine, Sophia. This is mine.”

The bare truth in his voice when he says “mine” makes a shiver run up my spine that’s half arousal and half fear—not because I don’t believe him, but because Ido. The possessive claim in his tone hits something deep inside me, and my mouth falls open on a ragged cry as I come again.

Lucas leans over me, his upper body draped over mine. Lips, teeth, and tongue are on my neck, and my eyes roll back in my head as I get lost in the pleasure. I brace my hips back toward him, swiveling around to draw him deeper and deeper.

“Greedy girl. I knew you’d be like this. So fucking good.”

Lucas jerks forward, his lips latching on to my neck as he slams into me so hard that I can hear bottles rattling inside the fridge. He growls out another inarticulate noise, a guttural sound that fills my ears the same way he fills my pussy with his release.

As my breathing finally starts to slow, he slides out of me, letting his hands find my waist again. I let him turn me back around to face him, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him, shaky and breathless. When we part again, there’s a new kind of hunger in his eyes, and a sort of tenderness I’ve never seen before on his chiseled features.

He traces a finger over my skin, one corner of his lips turning up. “You look so beautiful, marked by me.”

I glance down at myself to find evidence of his aggressive attention all over my skin, peppered over my shoulders, chest, and hips. Hickeys and small crescent-shaped bruises from his teeth.

He really has marked me.

It’s almost like he’s claimed me in a sort of primal way. A shiver runs down my body at that thought, my heart picking up its pace even as my clit throbs.

To distract myself from the confusing mix of emotions crashing around in my chest, I look around the kitchen, taking in the mess we’ve made of it. My plate is upside-down on the floor, silverware is scattered across the kitchen, the wine glasses have rolled to one end of the table, and his plate is sitting, still half-full, on a chair. I turn around to look at the stove, still a mess from cooking, and the fridge. The latter, I notice with a hot twinge between my thighs, is now smudged with the outline of my naked body.

Lucas has already started cleaning up before I’ve even finished cataloging the damage. There’s something comfortingly normal and domestic about the moment. We gather up the dishes and clean up the mess, then I rescue his plate from the chair where it landed.

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