Page 32 of Savage Prince

“It feels right,” she says, her lips curving, too. “It isn’t something to be taken or given. It’s something to be shared, a memory to add to our collection.”

“Ours,” I echo as she pushes me onto my back and rolls on top of me. “You have no idea how much I love the sound of that.”

“You’re right, I don’t,” she says, holding my gaze as she slowly, deliberately slides the slick lips up her sex up and down cock. “You should show me how much you love it.”

Heart skipping a beat, I reach up, capturing her breasts tight in my hands, knowing my Juliet likes it a little rough. “And you should grind on my cock until you come for me. I want you drenched when I push inside you, baby. I want you so wet, you won’t feel anything but pleasure our first time.”

Her lips part, her breath already coming faster as I pinch her nipples between my thumb and fingers, pulsing and releasing as she begins to move. “I’m not worried,” she says. “Your giant cock doesn’t scare me, buddy.”

“Maybe it should,” I say, my head spinning from the joy of bantering with my smartass girl nearly as much as the feel of her slickness coating my cock.

She’s so right. I love her for exactly who she is, thorns and all. And sometimes the sting of those thorns turns me on like nothing else.

Knowing she feels the same way, I add, “I’m not a small man and you’re a tiny thing, Jules. And I can promise you right now, I’m not going to hold back. I won’t be able to. Once I’m inside you, I’m going to bury myself in that sweet pussy. I’m going to give you every inch of me, again and again.”

“Promises, promises.” She clings to my wrists as her hips move faster, her rhythm growing increasingly urgent. “All this from the guy who I had to coax into bed like a horse scared to go back in the barn.”

I grunt. “You remember that?”

“Yes,” she pants, her grip tightening on my wrists as she grinds harder against me, making my balls ache with the need to come. “I remember it all. And I remember thinking you were high maintenance.”

“Me? That’s the pot calling the kettle black, Miss Took Over a Week to Learn to Shift.”

“You’re right. But I’m going to take a lot less time to come,” she says, her features twisting. “Oh God, Ford.” Her head falls back, and her breath deepens as she gets off, filling me with euphoria, simply from knowing my girl is coming with her body so close to mine. “God, it feels so good. But I want you inside me. I want it so bad.”

Gripping her hips, I roll us over, reversing our positions on the bed. I reach down, gripping the base of my already leaking cock. I’m guiding my throbbing, aching length to her beautifully swollen pussy, when thankfully the shine of pre-come on my tip reminds me to reach for the side table.

I pull back, summoning a groan of protest from low in her throat. “No, don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

“Condom,” I say as I grab the box. I free a foil packet and pull back, ripping it open with my teeth.

“Hurry.” She shifts restlessly beneath me, her thighs spreading wider as she lifts her hips, treating me to a view I know I’m never going to forget. “I feel like I’m going to die if I don’t have you in me now. Right now.”

“Your pussy is so fucking beautiful,” I breathe, so out of my head with wanting her that my hands shake as I roll on the rubber. “I’m going to write poetry about it.”

Her lips quirk. “Write whatever you want, but if you ever read a poem about my pussy out loud in a public setting, I’ll have to hurt you.”

The condom finally in place, I lengthen myself over her, reaching down to grip the base of my cock. “Yeah? How will you hurt me? Deny me access to the place I love the most?” I rub the end of my erection around her entrance, teasing her, teasing us both.

The anticipation is killing me, but what a delicious way to go.

“No,” she says, wrapping her legs around my hips. “That would only be hurting myself.” A hint of worry flickers in her eyes. “I’m going to get addicted to your body, aren’t I?”

“If you do, it’s okay,” I say, pausing to kiss her with all the love swelling in my chest. “Me and my body are always going to be here for you, Growly. Always. I’ll never leave you or abandon you or betray you. I swear it on everything good in the world.”

Her voice hitches as she whispers. “Me, too. I’ve got you, Ford. Always.”

“Always,” I echo as I push forward, sinking slowly into where she’s so hot and tight that I’m afraid I’m going to come after the first thrust.

My balls clench and things twist low in my body, but I push the wave of bliss away. I’m not about to come, not yet, not until I bring her over at least one more time. I need to feel her body locked around me, need to imprint the memory of her losing control beneath me so deep in my soul that I never forget it.

“Oh my God,” she whispers, her hands trembling as she runs them down my shoulders to the small of my back. “It’s so good. Better than I ever imagined.”

“Yeah?” I pull back and glide slowly into her again, my heart flipping as her lashes flutter and a turned-on sound escapes from the back of her throat. “No pain?”

“Just a little tightness and a little sting,” she says, her eyes locking on mine. “But I like it. I like feeling like there’s room for you but nothing else.” She bites her lip and lifts her hips, meeting me at the end of my next thrust. “And the way you stretch me… Deep inside…”

“Good?” I ask after a beat. I fight to keep going slow, to give her time to adjust to the way I fill her, even though the primal part of me is dying to take her hard and fast, to mark her with my come and my scent and make sure any wolf who gets near her knows she’s mine.

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