Page 69 of Mercenary Princess

“What did you fantasize about when you were tripping over plants?” His eyes seemed to catch on her lips, on every breath, and on the way her body responded to his weight on her. “The pretty flush to your cheeks says you dreamed of me doing very dirty things to you.”

“Yes.”

“Tell me.”

“You already know. I haven’t hidden the things I want.”

“The ‘everything’ you said you’d give me?” he taunted.

“Yes?”

“Are you ready to give it to me now?”

He had dropped the challenge, and she was more than willing to pick it up. “Yes.”

He took her lips in a savage kiss, his tongue demanding entrance before tangling with hers. She was aware only of pleasure as he devoured her mouth and rocked his cock against her clit. Her thighs slid up his legs and hips as she attempted to grind against him. His body felt so good, so warm and strong against hers.

When he broke the kiss to look down at her, she wasn’t sure what she’d see looking back. The sheer level of possessiveness should have stilled her, given her pause, but it only incited her.

“Roll onto your stomach and put a pillow beneath your hips.” His voice was pure gravel as he moved from her.

Her mouth dry, she could only nod. She hesitated for a split second. A part of her knew there would be no pretending she hadn’t fallen for him after giving this one last piece of herself, but she refused to let fear stop her from having it all.

He assessed her closely as she made her final decision. She wanted every experience she could wring from him because these memories would have to sustain her. Those secrets he so badly wanted from her were something she could never share. There was far too much at stake, and other lives were involved, so London was all she would have.

She could trust him with what she was free to give, but that was all she could offer.

At some point, it had stopped being about amazing sex and relieving the tension in her life. Maybe she’d been kidding herself from the start; maybe she’d never been in it for the pleasure alone. It didn’t matter, though. What mattered was that she wanted to give him everything. He was hers for at least the night. There were no guarantees that they would have more.

As he watched, she moved very deliberately and seductively into the position he demanded of her.

There was no mistaking the animalistic noise that left his lips as he watched her submit to him.

Her nerves buzzed with anticipation as she listened to the sound of a drawer opening and closing, wondering exactly what he planned. She held her breath as the bed dipped with his weight. His warm breath at her ear sent delicious shivers all over her body. “I’m about to stretch your beautiful ass. Tell me that’s what you want.”

She moaned as nervous excitement pulsed in her veins. “Yes.”

He lifted away, making her miss his warmth. The sound of crinkling and ripping packages filled her ears, and she looked over her shoulder to see what he was doing. Her eyes landed on a toy and a bottle of lube.

His wicked gaze slid to hers then to the shifting of her hips on the pillow. The pleased look on his face shot more electricity between them.

“You tempt the devil, ???????.”

Before she could think about the fact that she loved him calling her kitten, he was over her, straddling her thighs, his warm body heat washing over her back. She felt him shifting her hair to the side, and then his warm lips were on her neck. She moaned and angled for more. He moved, pressing hot kisses to the sensitive spot between her shoulder blades. Her back arched as sensation rocked her from touches nowhere near where she needed them. He took his time, destroying her mind with every dip he made down her spine. Her heated flesh felt branded by the time he’d made his descent.

Her fingers dug into the bedding when he nipped at her bottom before spreading her for his gaze. She couldn’t see anything, could only wait and feel whatever he’d do next. He gripped her hips, angling her up until she felt his tongue on her pussy. That warm glide arched her ass higher. After she begged for more, he slid his fingers in to play. Her forehead rocked on the bedding as those wet digits dipped inside her.

The noise of approval made her already wet body weep for more.

“That’s it. Get my fingers wet.”

He removed them slowly, torturing her with the time he was taking. She stilled as she felt a wet digit circling her ass. Gently, he coaxed her. “Relax for me, Sophia.”

The sheets twisted in her fists, but she did as he said.

“Good. Just let it feel good.”

She nodded and allowed him to play. The sensation was so good that her hips pushed back of their own accord.

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