Page 48 of Kiss of a Hellish Prince

“Being responsible for the lives of… Well, I don’t know how many people are actually in Hell, but I am assuming it is a lot. That is scary. People will look for you to have answers and to solve problems. I don’t envy your position, but I have every faith you will rise to it,” I said, looking Rune straight in the eyes. He needed to know that I meant everything I’d said.

“How did you figure that out so fast?” he breathed.

“It’s a common theme in most stories with a reluctant royal.” I shrugged. “I like to read.”

Rune looked into my eyes, running his thumb over my bottom lip. “You really don’t see the crown, do you? You just see me.”

“I don’t know how to see anything else,” I whispered.

He kissed me again, this time a soft whisper of a kiss, before he deepened it. Rune ran his hands up my back and over my arms, then laced his fingers with mine. His body pressed to mine, his mouth exploring mine, his hands holding mine.

I knew I could easily lose myself in him in a way that terrified me. I didn’t want to stop but didn’t know how to really deal with these feelings that were bubbling up for a man I barely knew.

I did the only thing I knew how to do. I channeled those feelings of intimacy into something I understood. Intimacy was a foreign concept, but sex I understood.

I wrapped my legs around Rune, pressing up into his kiss, deepening it before pulling back and biting his bottom lip. He growled and slid his hands down my sides, his touch going from sweet and gentle to hungry and demanding. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him in closer, loving the way the soft, thick locks felt in my hands. I used my legs wrapped around his as leverage to pull myself up and grind into him.

Rune moved to kissing my neck and left little bites along my collarbone then down to my chest. He lavished as much of my cleavage as the dress would allow.

I needed more. He traced his hand down the side of my body to the edge of my skirt. Moving under the fabric, he ran his hand on the outside of my legs, pushing up to my outer thigh. He was teasing, taunting me. I wanted more.

I pulled his hair to direct his mouth back up to mine. His fingers traced small circles on my outer thigh, slowly moving closer and closer to my center.

My body responded to his every touch. I slid one hand down and started undoing the buttons of his shirt.

He let go of me and sat up for a moment to shed his shirt. I couldn’t help but think how beautiful the sight of him on the rooftop looked: tanned skin, hard, sculpted muscles, and long, beautiful, soft hair against the dark-blue desert night sky.

It wasn’t fair. How could a man be that damn pretty? And how could a man that pretty be looking at me with so much hope and desire in his eyes?

When Rune reached out a hand for me, I didn’t hesitate. I took it and let him pull me into his embrace. He kissed me while I ran my hands over his body, exploring his strong shoulders and chest with my fingers. Wrapping his arms around me, he ran one finger over the zipper that ran up my back.

“Can I?” Rune asked, playing with the zipper of my dress.

“Is there any chance of someone finding us up here?”

“None.”

“Then yes, please,” I answered. “I would say something cliché like ‘be gentle,’ but please don’t.”

Rune’s eyes locked on mine as he unzipped my dress. I stood to let it fall to my feet. Earlier, I had decided not to wear a bra, so my breasts were bare. The only thing I was wearing were my plain black panties and my heels.

“You are the most perfect thing I have ever seen,” Rune whispered, keeping his eyes trained on mine.

He knelt in front of me and placed his hands on my hips, hooking his fingers in the waistband of my panties. He looked at me as if for permission to pull them down. When I nodded, he slid them down and had me step out of them.

My entire body was bare to the warm night air. He guided me to lie down on the blanket with my head rested on a pillow. He pressed his lips to mine for only a moment before moving down, kissing his way down my body. He spent a little extra time licking and sucking at my breasts before moving farther south. When he finally got to my core, I knew I was soaked. I needed him, and he didn’t leave me wanting.

I expected him to keep teasing me, but the second he tasted my arousal, he became possessed. He was no longer gentle while exploring my body. He had found what he wanted and was licking and sucking at my clit like his life depended on it.

It only took a few moments for one of the best orgasms of my life to rocket through my body. Each wave of pleasure was so intense, my back arched, and I had to muffle my cries with my arm so the people on the street didn’t hear.

Rune gave me a moment to recover before kissing me again, letting me taste the tanginess of my release. I ran my hands down his bare chest to his jeans.

I was frantic. He needed to be inside me now.

He put his hands over mine, stopping me from unbuttoning his jeans.

“Tori, look at me.” He waited until he had my full attention. “If you don’t want this, if you don’t want me, or if you want to wait, tell me now. Please have mercy and tell me now,” Rune said in a deep, husky whisper.

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