Page 50 of Kiss of a Hellish Prince

Which he did once his arms were around me, my back pressed to his warm chest.

“Are all male demons so handsy?” I asked, placing his hands flat against my bare stomach and pressing my ass into him.

The smell of warm spices and cedar filled my nose. God, this man smelled good.

“Not if they’re smart.” Rune’s voice took on a deeper, almost possessive tone that made my core clench.

As jealously seemed to cloud his mind for a second, I took that as my opportunity to strike.

I threw my elbow back into his solar plexus and then used my weight to pull his shoulder over mine. His body made a very satisfying thud as it hit the mat.

“That was a good takedown,” he admitted. “Even if you cheated.”

“I didn’t cheat. You were distracted.” I offered him a hand up.

“You forgot about one thing.” He took my hand. “You want to be down here with me.” He pulled me down so I fell on top of him, then he rolled us over so he had me pinned to the mat, stealing my breath in a searing kiss.

His hands moved from my waist to the bare skin of my torso, leaving a trail of goose bumps. When his fingers brushed the edge of my top, they glided over the smooth fabric, going straight to my hardened nipples.

“Who’s cheating now?” I gasped when his lips moved down to my neck.

“Still you,” he mumbled against my neck

“How do you figure that?” I laced my fingers in his hair, pulling his mouth away from my neck and back to my lips.

His breath still had a touch of the sweet minty toothpaste he used, giving his kisses a scintillating coolness.

“Because I came in here to clear my head. All I have been able to think about is how good you taste, how tight your little body squeezed my fingers, how incredibly wet you get, and how I was seconds away from sliding my cock into your hot, dripping cunt. I couldn’t sleep last night just picturing you writhing in ecstasy under me. I made myself come over and over in my hand last night with your taste on my tongue and your name on my lips, and it still wasn’t enough.”

His words, spoken in a husky, rough whisper against my ear, sent liquid fire through my veins and heat pooling at my core.

I could picture him lying in his bed, in those black satin sheets that smelled like cedar and spices with his hard cock in his hand, stroking himself thinking about me.

I wrapped my legs around him, pulling myself up to grind my soaked core against him. I could feel his cock, hard and ready for me, in his gym shorts.

“This morning, I wanted to clear my head, so I came in here to lift some weights, and who comes in right after me? Dressed in nothing but leggings that hug this perfect ass and a bra that can barely contain these amazing tits?” He yanked down my bra, stretching the seams to the point of snapping, exposing my breasts to the cool air of the gym.

“Seems like someone is distracting you,” I taunted.

“She doesn’t fight fair.” He nipped at my neck just under my ear. “But I intend on getting even.” He pinched and pulled on my nipples while running his fangs gently over my shoulder and down to my breast before replacing his fingers with his mouth.

Okay, maybe this was better than sparring.

“And is this how you are going to get even?” I tried to steady my voice, but it sounded breathless even to my ears. “Teasing me into submission?”

“No,” he said as he kissed and bit his way cross my chest to my other breast. “I am going to enjoy working you up, then I am going to feast on that beautiful pussy again until you scream my name. Then I am going to pick you up and carry you back to my room where I am going to put you on your knees and find out if those beautiful lips feel as good as I imagined around my cock.”

He wrapped his lips around my other nipple and sucked. I arched my back and felt his fangs press into my soft flesh.

“Please.” I didn’t know what I was asking for, but I knew only Rune could give it to me.

He released my nipple and kissed me again. I kissed him back hard, sucking on his bottom lip, even biting just enough that he could feel it.

He thrust his cock against me, showing me exactly how much he enjoyed the little nip. He liked it a little rough, like I did. I ran my nails down his back, making him groan and thrust against me harder.

I loved the feeling of my bare chest pressed against his, my legs wrapped around his narrow hips, my nails leaving little red trails down his broad back.

“Then I am going to fuck you over and over until I wring every single orgasm from your body,” he whispered in my ear.

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