Page 83 of Kiss of a Hellish Prince

I pulled him in for a soft kiss before I pushed his shoulder, directing him to drop to his knees.

He looked up at me for a moment, biting his lip before leaning in and dragging his wide tongue over my folds. He dipped in between them to tease my clit. He flicked his tongue over my clit a few times before gently sucking. My head rolled back, and my eyes slid closed as I surrendered to the euphoria Rune’s lips were giving me.

It wasn’t enough.

I needed more.

I laced my fingers through Rune’s hair again, stilling his movements. He tried to sit back, but I held his head to me and started grinding my pussy on his tongue. Rune’s hands moved to my hips, urging them to move faster, to bear down harder, begging me to use his mouth to reach my peak.

When Rune reached up to pinch my nipples, adding a hint of delicious pain to the pleasure, my back arched hard as growing tension finally released in a flood of complete bliss.

Rune trailed his lips over my body as he rose to his feet. He stood over me again, looking down, watching me come down from the high.

“You are so beautiful.” His voice was warm and rich.

The orgasm I’d taken from his lips was amazing, but I wasn’t satisfied.

Not yet.

I pulled Rune’s face down to mine. Instead of kissing him, I ran my tongue over his lips, tasting myself on him. The sweet, musky flavor flooded my senses when I sealed my mouth over his.

“Take off your pants,” I said and then deepened our kiss.

Rune took a step back, his hair messed from my fingers, his lips red and swollen, his cock hard and straining beneath the denim of his jeans. He watched me look him up and down as he unzipped his jeans and let them fall to the ground. When he stood in his tight black boxer briefs, a wet patch from pre-cum soaked through the fabric.

“Those too,” I said, biting my lip.

He slid his boxers down and kicked them off.

My god, he was beautiful. Golden skin, rippling muscles, a tight six-pack, and a cut Adonis belt leading down to his long, thick, hard cock standing proudly at attention and making my mouth water. It had felt so good sliding into the back of my throat, and I could taste him even now. I knew I would again, but not now.

“Lie on the bed,” I demanded.

He turned around, giving me a chance to admire his perfect round ass and the muscles on his back move.

I was going to have to spend more time exploring his body.

Later.

When he lay on the bed, his back against the headboard, he grasped the base of his cock, running his fingers over it in long, slow strokes.

Perfect.

I crawled onto the bed, lining my body up over his and hovering over his cock.

“Do you want me?” I asked, kissing his neck.

“More than anything.” He gasped when I scraped my fangs across the sensitive skin on his neck.

I sank down onto him, only an inch clenching around the head of his cock.

“Tori, please,” he begged.

“Please what?” I asked, enjoying the control I had over this powerful man.

“I need more.” His voice was rough, strained. “Please.”

I lowered myself another inch while pressing my teeth against his neck, breaking skin, but not deep enough to draw blood.

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