Page 28 of Wicked Prince

I'm already as vulnerable as I care to be around Lorenzo Rossi, and somehow, being completely naked and in his bed feels infinitely less vulnerable than letting him know exactly what this moment is to me.

He'd probably laugh, anyway. If nothing else, he'd find a way to use it against me.

That's a lesson I learned a long time ago.

People can only hurt you as much as you give them permission.

Or at least that's what I need to believe.

"Like what you see?" he asks dryly, climbing on top of me as he kicks his briefs aside.

"Shut up," I mutter, taking his face in my hands and pulling him on top of me. I can't resist the urge to dig my fingers into his locks. His hair is surprisingly soft since he doesn't have it slicked back as much as usual.

He returns the kiss and takes charge once more.

I like it more than I care to admit, but that's another secret I'll keep to myself, assuming my body's reaction doesn't make it obvious enough.

My lips part as his tongue enters the cavern of my mouth and he puts a hand behind my head, guiding it back onto the pillow with unexpected gentleness. I moan into the kiss as he settles between my legs, his stiff cock rubbing against my inner thigh.

He's long and thick, and for a moment, I'm not sure I can handle all that inside me. Then he glides his tongue across mine and his fingers trail along the curve of my side, a silken touch that makes my spine arch instinctively, and I decide it's worth it.

My legs part to give him access, and I'm already so wet that my assumption that lubricant would be a necessary part of the process feels a bit silly in hindsight. I've touched myself, of course, and used toys here and there, but I've never been this worked up.

I didn't even know I could feel this way. So hungry for another person's touch, and so desperate for a connection I've never experienced, but one I long for all the same.

As I feel him position his cock at my entrance, a fleeting thought occurs to me.

He's not wearing a condom.

Fuck.

I open my mouth to say something, but he thinks I'm going in for another kiss, and when his lips meet mine, it feels too good not to continue.

Before I know it, my hips are bucking into him, and the steady pressure of his crown against my sex sends a thrill down my spine. As inexperienced as I am, instinct takes over and supersedes all else, common sense and hesitation alike.

My breath hitches against his lips as he slips further inside me and I feel the girth of his shaft stretching me beyond what I imagined. He looks huge, but feeling him is another thing entirely.

He's more well-endowed than any of the toys I've experimented with, that's for damn sure.

"You okay?" Lorenzo asks, his voice strained with the same need I feel, even if it's the flip side.

All I can do is nod, because my throat is way too tight to speak.

"You're tight," he says with a husky laugh, stroking the outside of my bare thigh. "Try to relax."

I nod again, trying to focus on the pleasure throbbing within my core at the new and enticing sensation of him inside me. I've imagined what my first time would be like, yeah, but this is well beyond the limits of my imagination.

My hands tangle in his hair as he guides himself in, being even gentler than before. This tenderness is another side of him I didn't expect, but there's been more than one side of me that revealed itself tonight, too.

Lorenzo grinds into me, bringing his lips to mine once more. The kiss is searching and intimate, so unlike the ravenous one we shared moments ago, but it's equally passionate in its own way.

Letting someone else take the lead is not something that comes naturally to me, but in this one instance, I find I don't mind at all.

Not when every caress and each slow, grinding thrust elicits new pleasures.

His breathing grows heavy, a match for my own heart pattering away with the fury of a hummingbird's wings. As clumsy as I should feel in his embrace, I feel graceful.

Beautiful.

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