Page 26 of Prince of Envy

He kicked his head back with a frustrated rumble in his chest. “Celeste, I am not going to be able to restrain myself if you say things like that. I’m trying to be what you deserve.”

But my thumbs were already pushing his pants past the notches of his hips and letting them fall to his feet. His cock was hard and at attention, much like every other part of him.

I pulled my T-shirt over my head and added it to the pool of clothing around us.

He sucked in a breath as my hand wrapped around his silky shaft. “Fuck,” he breathed.

“I am not broken, Vassago.”

I pumped him once, and his head snapped down to watch. Another slow stroke brought a bead of arousal to his tip, and I swiped my thumb over it. His fluid mixed with the blood still coating my hand.

“There is nothing wrong with taking things slow after you experienced what you did.” He was trying to reason with me, but I refused all reason.

“You’re a little bit past being morally right, don’t you think?” I squeezed the head of his cock again, but he put his hand over mine, stopping me midstroke.

“I would live in madness if it meant being at your side.”

“Then let me be the one to decide what’s too much for me. Give into my madness for the night. Please.”

He leaned down to kiss me but didn’t remove his hand until I’d removed mine. His arm wrapped around my back to pull me against him. The marks on our bare chests smudged together as I stood on the tips of my toes to get as close to him as I could.

“Vassago,” I begged, the aching between my legs turning from need to pain.

He finally groaned in defeat and hauled me into him. My legs wrapped around his hips while he turned us toward his bed. My fingers weaved through his hair. I wanted to memorize the feel of him with every sensory organ I had. I traced his lips with my tongue.

“If you want power, there is no better place for it than on top of me.”

I giggled over his mouth as he sat down on the edge of the bed. His cock pressed to my belly, and I wanted nothing more than to feel him inside of me. When I pulled away from him, my arm knocked the forgotten blood out of his hand, spilling it between us.

He didn’t miss a beat. He tossed the jar aside and pulled me deeper into his lap to kiss me—hard. The desperation mounted and he lifted me just enough for the head of his cock to nudge at the entrance of my pussy. The viscous liquid squelched between our bodies as I eased down his shaft and then back up again, taking all of him inside of me.

My breath hitched. The deep angle hit all the right spots at once.

I felt an orgasm building in my belly, but his arms around my waist tightened, slowing my pace.

“Oh, please,” I breathed through another bounce of my body on his. “I’m so close.”

He pulled us farther up the bed until his head rested against the wooden slats of the headboard. In this new position, I could see the way his eyes sparkled as he watched me ride him. His hands roamed my body until he cupped my breasts, his fingers pinching my hard nipples.

I clung to the top of the headboard as his thrusts met my hips’ cadence. His fingers twisted, and the sharp pain sent a burst of pleasure from my core to my fingers and toes. My moans filled the room, accompanied by the slapping of his slick thighs against my ass while he held my hips tight in place, rutting into me from below.

A new orgasm was already starting to take hold in my core when he said, “Look at me.”

I did as he demanded, though I could hardly focus.

“Tell me that you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” I whined as he dragged out of me to his tip then rammed back inside to the hilt.

“Again,” he demanded with his words and cock.

“I’m yours.”

Another blow of his hips. “Again,” he ground out through his teeth.

“I’m yours!”

“That’s right.” He pulled me down and rolled my hips over his. “And whose cock is this?”

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