Page 41 of Prince of the Undying

My fingers tightened in his wet hair. The wordsfuck yousounded like pure and utter sin in his husky voice. My pussy was hollowed out and aching.

“I need you inside me.”

“Wait.” He pulled away. “We need to be safe.”

“Protection?”

“I have preventives.”

“So do I.”

We had both anticipated this moment. An overwhelming sense of destiny sang through my blood. We belonged together.

He left the bathroom and returned with a tin of preventives. His cock was already halfway hard again. It had been only minutes.

“Why aren’t you naked?” he asked.

I smirked at his imperious tone. “I thought you might like to help.”

Between kisses, he unbuttoned my jacket. He fought the last button until I did it for him. He tossed my jacket away as if it had insulted him personally.

“Take off your clothes,” he commanded.

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“YourRoyalHighness.” His eyes glinted with wicked laughter.

I removed the rest of my clothing until I stood naked before him. His gaze lingered on every curve of my body.

“Beautiful,” he murmured.

His words giddied me like absinthe. He dragged me into the shower and pinned me against the marble. My back hit the cool, polished stone. He kissed me like he couldn’t kiss me enough. He paused only long enough to roll a preventive on his cock. Excitement rushed over my skin in a cascade of shivers.

“Fuck me,” I demanded.

When he lifted me against the wall, I hooked my legs behind his hips. I was completely at his mercy. He angled his cock in his fist and locked stares with me. The intensity of his beautiful eyes took my breath away.

His cock invaded me until I didn’t think he would fit. When he penetrated me fully, I cried out at the deep sensation.

My back arched from the marble. My pussy ached so sweetly I wanted to cry.

He braced me against the wall and began to fuck me with ruthless precision. Every thrust felt calculated to torment me. He hit exactly the right places to wind me tighter and tighter until I clawed at his shoulders. His control on his necromancy started slipping. His magic shivered over my skin like burning cold.

“More,” I begged.

He slipped his hand between us and circled my clit with his finger. He locked away his magic again, but I shook my head.

“Don’t hold back,” I said.

He glanced into my eyes with obvious wonder. “You want my necromancy?”

“I want all of you.”

He let out more of his magic, and I shuddered at the rush of icy fire. My nerves came alive under his touch. He searched my eyes as if he still couldn’t believe I wanted all of him, including his necromancy.

“I love how you feel,” I said.

Encouraged by my words, he fucked me with his fingers and his cock. He played my body like a violin. Every one of my muscles tensed. I was right there, right on the brink. I muffled my scream against his neck.

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