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The mattress dips under my weight as I crawl onto the bed with her, pulling the sheet from her, but she doesn't stir. My eyes rake over her curvy body. It's quickly become my obsession, an ache that won't dull.
She's so fucking beautiful.
I position myself above her, my dick hard, throbbing with the urge to claim every inch of what's spread beneath me.
"Thalia," I breathe, reaching out to circle her nipple with my fingertip. I slide between her legs, pressing against her, feeling the slick heat of her pussy against my cock.
Her body responds even in her sleep, or perhaps it's feigned, a game that stokes the fire coursing through my veins.
A low moan whispers from her lips, and I know. She's awake, aware of what I'm doing to her, yet she keeps her eyes closed, allowing me this moment, surrendering to twisted desire coursing through me. Her trust is a heady thing. Her submission coaxes the beast closer to the surface.
I spread her pussy lips apart, pressing the head of my cock against her clit. And then I push her lips together around the sides of my dick. They're so wet, so warm.
"Good girl," I murmur, rocking against her, each movement designed to tease, to see just how still she can be for me. My lips find her neck, tasting the salt on her skin, moving lower to capture a nipple between my teeth, drawing out her pleasure as much as mine.
She shifts subtly beneath me, her body awakening fully to my touch. Yet still, she plays her part, the sleeping beauty lost in dreams while I take what I want from her delectable body.
"You can't stop me, Thalia," I whisper softly, my voice rough with desire. "Let me feel how much you love knowing I'm going to take what I want from you."
She does, arousal dripping from her little hole to soak my cock, dragging me closer to oblivion.
Fuck, she's perfect. We're perfect together, a wicked prince and his not-so-innocent captive, bound by desires darker than the night sky.
In this moment, we are everything.
I thrust against her, the head of my cock grinding against her clit with every shift of my hips. The friction builds an inferno inside of me. She's drenched, her arousal coating us both as I thrust harder, faster, claiming what she's so willingly offering.
"Thalia," I growl, pressing my lips to her ear to make sure she hears me. "You belong to me. Every perfect fucking inch of you is mine."
My words send her over the edge. She shudders beneath me, pleasure wracking her perfect body. Her pussy grows wetter as she writhes against me. Her movements, the flood of arousal dripping from her, the sweet way she whimpers—everything about her works together, sending me catapulting over the edge with her.
I bury my face in her throat, groaning as I make a mess all over her pretty little pussy. The sight of my cum right there sends possessiveness churning through me.
My fingers are slick with her juices and my cum as I press them into her, ensuring every drop I spilled goes inside her tight cunt where it belongs. It's a primal act, me marking my territory.
Her eyes flutter open, heavy with sleep and satisfaction as she watches me do it, her eyes locked on my face. When I'm finished, she hits me with a smile that's pure sunshine, pure bliss.
I respond instinctively, crashing my mouth down on hers in a kiss that's all-consuming. I want to devour her, leave my taste behind so I'm on her lips years into the future.
"Oh, sweet Thalia. I'm going to have so much fun with you," I breath, my voice a low rumble. My cock throbs at the thought of all the ways I'm going to torment her with pleasure, pushing her to the very brink of ecstasy and then beyond.
Her arms wind around my neck, drawing me closer. "I missed you," she murmurs against my lips.
It feels like it's been lightyears since anyone or anything has pierced the walls I erected around my heart when my mother died. But those three words do it with ease. She slips into place there, claiming entire sections of it.
This mysterious, curvy little goddess isn't simply a prize to be claimed. She's becoming the axis on which my world spins.
For a long moment, I say nothing, simply holding her, overwhelmed. Terrified.
Then, in a hushed whisper, I admit the truth, "I missed you too."
Chapter Six
Thalia
Sunlight flickers through the trees, casting distorted shadows as Troy and I stroll along the path toward a small pond he swears is there. He's been saying that for the last half hour, but I'm beginning to think he's gotten us turned around in the dense forest.
Part of me almost hopes he has.
