Page 22 of Twisted Prince
“Make love to me,” I murmur. Heat radiates in my cheeks as soon as the words leave my lips. Why did I say it like that? He can’t possibly make love to me. Wouldn’t he need to be in love with me for that to happen?
But he seems to grasp what I mean, and for the first time tonight, he doesn’t question me. Instead, he wraps one powerful arm around my hips and lifts me. Turning, he lowers my back onto the mattress in one fluid movement. And for a moment, he’s pressed between my thighs, the weight of his hips making my stomach tremble.
Then he’s sitting up, rising to his knees as his fingers find the waistband of my leggings. He drags them slowly down my hips, my thighs, baring each inch of my flesh as if he’s prepared to stop the second I say so. But I’m so filled with need, that’s not going to happen.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he rasps, his eyes following the curves of my body as if he’s truly looking at me for the first time.
Maybe it’s the first time he’s actually allowed himself to look because I’ve been nearly this naked in front of him before. That possibility makes my heart swell.
I’ve been told that I’m beautiful a thousand times. But hearing Gleb say it actually makes me feel beautiful.
His hands go to the zipper of his pants, and he pauses, giving me that penetrating gaze that feels like he’s reading my very soul. “You’re sure, Melody?”
Why does my name sound so much prettier when he says it?
I nod, wetting my suddenly dry lips as the oxygen seems to vanish from the room. And then his cock is out in the open, his marble-carved body of Paris on full display. Tingling anticipation races up my spine as he settles between my thighs, and I’m on the verge of hyperventilating as his lips claim mine once more.
His kisses are soft and soothing, his hand slow as it travels down my body. No one’s ever explored me so gently before, and it’s shockingly intimate. And arousing. His palm covers my breast entirely, pressing warmth into my skin and bringing me a strange sense of calm.
And when his hand glides further down the flat planes of my stomach to my hip bone, I rock beneath him, that throbbing heat building between my thighs once more. His fingers travel lower, finding the most intimate part of me. Legs trembling, I pant as they trace the seam of my folds, gliding across the sensitive flesh as gently as a feather.
9
MEL
“You’re so wet,” Gleb groans, his voice agonized.
I shiver, my core throbbing dangerously. And when his fingers find my clit, I nearly come undone. “Oh fuck! Please, Gleb, oh god, please!” I don’t even know what I’m begging for, but my need is so intense, I think I might explode.
Then, his thick tip presses between my folds as he finds my entrance. It’s like silk against my skin and impossibly hard as he pushes inside me just an inch. He feels so big it almost hurts, but the pleasure that radiates through my body as his fingers continue to circle my clit leaves me wanting more.
“Relax, Mel. Try to let me in,” he breathes against my lips.
I nod, releasing a shaky breath as I will the tension from my tight muscles. And when he eases inside of me a few more inches, I cry out.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he rasps, sounding as though he’s in as much pain as I am.
But it feels so good; I don’t want him to stop. My walls throb around him, and he continues to press forward, stretching me to the limit with his considerable girth.
When he’s buried to the hilt, Gleb pauses, letting me acclimate to the intense fullness of having someone inside me. Gratitude that he is my first constricts my chest. I don’t know that anyone else would be so gentle, and I’m already overwhelmed with sensations.
He breathes heavily with me, his one arm supporting his weight so I don’t feel trapped beneath him. But he’s still close enough that my breasts find the hard planes of his chest with each shuddering gasp.
Gleb’s fingers shift from my clit, and I whimper in protest. But then the last of the space between us melts away. And the feel of our bodies pressed so closely together sets my soul on fire. Snaking his arm beneath my hips, he lifts me, changing the angle so my sensitive bundle of nerves is pressed directly against him.
Then he starts to rock inside me. Slowly at first, Gleb gradually increases his pace, seeming to time it perfectly with my receding pain. And as the pleasure builds once more, I find the all-consuming relief of having him inside me, unlike any bliss I’ve ever known.
“You feel fucking incredible,” Gleb rasps, pressing into my depths more adamantly now, and with each penetrating thrust, my walls tighten around him.
Driving into a hidden spot deep inside me, Gleb sends explosive pleasure through my core. Wet arousal gushes from me, creating a deeply erotic sound as our skin slaps together. Tension vibrates through my body, the need for release making me squirm. I cling to Gleb, desperate to find that same oblivion as before.
“I’m gonna come,” he grunts, his muscles tightening as if he’s about to pull out.
But I’m so close, I think I might implode if he does. “Don’t stop, please,” I plead, wrapping my legs around his hips and grinding against him.
“Blyat!” he snarls, slamming inside me, and as I feel him burst within my depths, the first wave of my orgasm washes through my core.
Throbbing around his hard length, I milk him in time with his own pulsing bursts.
