Page 103 of Twisted Prince
Gleb chuckles—this time, that warm, amused sound that makes my stomach quiver. And though I’m so intensely satiated that I could almost fall asleep, I feel the stirrings of fresh excitement.
Hooking my legs over his elbows, Gleb slowly climbs back up my body, folding me in half as he stretches me—and exposes my holes completely.
My pulse quickens because I know what’s coming. Anticipation thickens my blood until it’s roaring through my ears. And a hint of anxiety trickles in. But he promised it wouldn’t hurt, and I want to trust him.
Leaning over me, Gleb captures my lips with his.
I can taste the tangy bitterness of my own arousal. And when Gleb pulls back, his green eyes dancing, I know he knows he tastes like me.
“Delicious, aren’t you?” he murmurs, and the question positively melts me.
Rather than wait for an answer, he brings his lips back to mine as he kisses me passionately.
Stomach quivering at the thought that he thinks I taste good, I have to admit, it’s almost as sexy as watching him looking up at me from between my thighs.
My walls tighten at the scintillating image burned into my brain.
“You ready for me, boginya?” he murmurs against my lips.
I nod, and my breath catches as his silken tip finds my wet entrance. Then, he slowly eases inside me, taking his time. Fiery, hot excitement licks up my spine at the intensity of the stretch it takes to accommodate his girth.
But he’s right.
Between the lingering euphoria of my first orgasm, the shocking amount of slick arousal flooding my core, and the tantalizingly slow pace he’s using, it doesn’t hurt at all.
In fact, it feels better than anything I’ve ever known before.
Even better than his lips wrapped around my clit, which I didn’t think could be outdone.
“Oh shit!” I gasp as my walls start to flutter. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come!” I pant, astonished that it could take so little effort.
But as Gleb releases another of his sexy chuckles, the vibrations of his chest launch me straight into oblivion. Shuddering and jerking beneath him, I come hard, my body taking on a life of its own.
Gleb groans as my walls throb around him, gripping him so forcefully it’s making him have to go even slower.
“I love your sailor’s mouth,” he rasps, pulling back just enough to meet my eyes.
And though I know he wasn’t saying he loves me, the word still makes my heart skip a beat.
“Good thing because I can’t seem to help myself… Believe me. I’ve tried.”
He runs his nose along the side of my neck, brushing aside my hair so he can reach my ear. And when he whispers, it makes me shiver with lusty need. “Are you ready for more?” he breathes, the warm air washing across the shell of my ear.
More? I hope he doesn’t mean there’s more of his cock to fill me, because I’m so full, I could cry. But I desperately want another orgasm, so I nod.
Capturing the lobe of my ear between his teeth, Gleb bites down gently as he starts to rock inside me. And with each thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, driving his thick tip so deep it makes my eyes roll into the back of my head.
“You like that, moya boginya?” he rasps, his pace slowly building as his hips grind forward against my clit without mercy.
“Mm-hmm,” I whimper, pressing my lips together to keep from crying out.
I’m so close to pain that my pleasure has ignited all my senses, intensifying the deeply masculine scent that envelops me, the feel of the soft sheets and Gleb’s even softer chest brushing against my skin, the taste of my juices still lingering on my tongue, the sound of his heavy breaths so close to my ear.
Each erotic sensation drives me wild, as does the fact that Gleb’s folded me so efficiently in half that all I can do is soak up the pleasure he demands from me. My muscles tense and quiver with the need for release. But I’m entirely at his mercy.
And god, but he knows how to satisfy me.
My clit pulses as my arousal steadily climbs toward that now-familiar peak. Heat flashes across my skin and makes my thighs burn. Wrapping my arms around Gleb, I pull him closer to me, needing more of him—all that he’ll give me.
