Page 52 of Fallen Prince
Power flooded my mind, intoxicating. I hadn’t felt this high in years. Possibly ever. Not like this. Not like it was with Allie.
Her passion made me come undone, made me forget about my scars and my rage. All that existed was this soft, perfect woman who writhed against my hand, desperate for more of my merciless touch.
I dipped my fingers beneath her cotton underwear, groaning at the silky desire that coated my hand. She was hot and wet for me. Trembling with need. She tugged against my hold on her hands, bucking in my grip. I flexed my fist around her wrists and growled into her mouth, taming her tongue with mine. She softened, her whine of protest melting into a moan when I eased one finger inside her tight sheath.
She gripped me with velvet heat, her inner walls contracting as she welcomed the slow penetration.
“Do you touch yourself like this?” I rumbled against her lips, hungry to know just how she liked it.
I could practically feel the heat of her blush kiss my cheeks. “No,” she panted. “Not…not inside.”
“Not like this?” I asked with dark amusement when I found her g-spot and crooked my finger against it. At the same time, I circled her clitwith my thumb.
“Max!”
I crushed my lips to hers, devouring her. I was the first person to touch her like this. She didn’t even finger her own pussy.
Mine. All mine.
I stroked her slowly, pushing her higher and higher, until she squirmed on my hand and jerked against my hold on her wrists. My cock ached, straining toward her with painful pressure in the confines of my jeans.
I slid a second finger inside her wet heat, stretching her. Preparing her. I craved that tight cunt around my dick, but I didn’t want to cause her pain. She would know that only I could give her pleasure that rocked her entire body, filled her entire being in a way she’d never known before.
“Please,” she whimpered when I drew back far enough to allow her to breathe. “Please, Max. I want you.” She shifted her hips toward me, letting me know exactly how she needed me.
My little virgin wanted my cock just as desperately as I craved to claim her.
I pressed one more kiss to her swollen lips before I released her hands. They flew into my hair, tangling in my curls as she pulled me in for more.
I found the button at the front of my jeans and freed my hard cock. I stroked it with a groan,squeezing the base to prevent myself from coming undone. This wouldn’t end quickly.
I found the condom in my wallet and stripped off the rest of my clothes. Allie mirrored me, tugging off her skirt and panties before unclasping her bra. Moonlight filtered through her gauzy curtains, kissing her pale skin. I could barely make out the cute freckles that dusted her shoulders, but I didn’t dare turn on the light. No matter how badly I wanted to study every inch of her body, I didn’t want her to see mine.
Another dark thought that I ruthlessly shoved away. When I was with Allie like this, my scars didn’t exist. There was no room for pain or hatred. There was onlyher: her gentle, floral scent, her soft skin, her sweet cries and desperate pleas.
I lifted her up in my arms, carrying her to the bed. I laid her out on the pale pink cotton sheets, and she practically glowed in the moonlight. I took a few long, hungry seconds to drink her in, her dark hair spilling over the pillow and her eyes shining through the darkness.
I sheathed my cock with the condom and settled my body atop hers. Her arms twined around my shoulders, and her head tipped back, seeking another kiss.
I traced the line of her pussy and circled her clit, testing her. She shuddered beneath me.
“I’m ready,” she promised. “I want you, Max.”
I gripped my cock and pressed against her wet entrance. She stiffened slightly at the initial penetration, and I forced myself to pause, gritting my teeth with the effort of holding myself back.
“You can take me,” I ground out, tweaking her tight nipples.
She gasped and arched into the little bites of pain I gave her, shivering and melting as it blossomed into dark pleasure. She responded beautifully. She was beautiful. Perfect for me.
“So fucking perfect,” I growled as I eased deeper inside her.
She tensed and hissed out a sharp breath when I entered her to the hilt, and I summoned all my willpower to pause again. I teased her breasts and tormented her nipples. My mouth coaxed hers, my kisses soothing and slow.
Her inner muscles finally softened around me, ceding to my claim. Her virgin cunt was mine and mine alone. Only I could have her like this. Only I could give her this pleasure.
“You’re mine,” I growled against her lips as I began to move inside her.
She drew in a shuddering gasp when I slowly withdrew before pushing back in, my cockhead dragging over her g-spot. Her lovely eyes flew wide, glittering pale green in the moonlight.
