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Carrying her to the bedroom, I lower her to the mattress and peel the robe from her body, unwrapping her like she’s a gift. Instead of ordering her to do as I say, I position her body the way I want it, spreading her legs and opening her up so I can lay down between them. Parting her folds with my fingers, I lean down and gorge myself on her sweetness, licking and kissing until my face is soaked with her arousal and her hips are arched off the bed as I deny her the orgasm she so desperately needs.
“Hawthorn, please, please, please,” she begs wantonly.
“You taste so fucking good, Princess, do you need to come?”
“Yes. God, please, yes.”
Taking pity on her, I push two fingers into her empty pussy and flatten my tongue against her clit, lapping at the bundle of nerves until she comes around my fingers with a guttural moan.
Quickly stripping out of my clothes, I fist my cock, gritting my teeth and fighting the orgasm that’s threatening to unman me. Guiding the head to her entrance, I rub my cock through her folds, coating myself in her cream, before I push into her in a slow, steady glide. When I’ve fucked her before, it’s been fast and intense, but tonight I want to take it slow, to watch every expression as I drive her to the edge of madness and watch as she falls over the edge.
Her lips part and her breathing stutters the moment I bottom out inside of her. Holding myself still, I lean down and kiss her, sucking her tongue into my mouth as I push my hand between us and finger her clit with my thumb.
“Hawthorn,” she gasps.
“You feel too fucking good, Princess,” I praise. Pulling back, I slowly withdraw my dick, then push back inside of her, my pace so unhurried I can already see the frustration etched all over my Princess’s face.
“Harder,” she pants.
“No.”
Slow and steady, I learn her body, exploring her with my hands. I watch the way she hums with arousal the moment I toy with her nipples, the way she bites at her lip when my dick rolls over her G-spot, and how her eyes flash with hunger when I pinch her clit. My Princess enjoys a little pain with her pleasure, and I smile to myself at how fucking perfect she is for me.
“Fuck me, Hawthorn, please,” she begs.
I’m enjoying the leisurely pace, but my balls are drawn up tight, and I know we both need a little shock and awe. Sliding almost all the way out of her, I snap my hips, thrusting back into her with enough force that she slips up the bed.
“Oh fuck,” she moans.
Pulling back, I snap forward again, and Penelope mewls. The sound is like a red flag to a bull, and suddenly I’m desperate to feel her milk my dick. Curling my hands around her hips, I buck into her wildly, fucking her with brutal determination until she blinks and then screams my name.
In this moment, while she’s beneath me, with her eyes wild and her expression free of artifice, she’s all Princess, the girl that I don’t seem to be able to escape, the one I think I want to keep.
* * *
“Come take a shower with me,” I whisper against her neck, her naked, damp body pressed against mine.
Without opening her eyes, she shakes her head, too drunk on orgasms and relaxed to move.
Laughing lightly, I untangle myself from her, tapping her ass as I climb out of bed and head for the shower, hoping she’ll join me. I reach in and turn on the water, then immediately step under the stream, not bothering to wait for it to heat up. The cold water is a shock, but instead of being unpleasant, it settles my overheated body. My dick was inside of her five minutes ago, but I’m already hard and ready for more, and if I don’t calm down I know I’ll find myself back between her legs the moment I go back into the bedroom.
It feels wrong to wash her scent from my skin, but unlike the last two times we’ve fucked, I know I won’t be letting her run from me anymore. Princess is mine now, and I plan to be coated in the sweet scent of her and her screaming orgasms again soon. When I step out of the bathroom a few minutes later, my gaze automatically moves to the bed, and anger instantly consumes me when I find it empty.
“Princess,” I snarl, stomping into the galley and stopping short when I spot her drinking from a glass in the kitchen, wearing one of my shirts that hangs down to her knees.
“What’s the matter?” she asks, her eyes still soft, wide, and innocent.
Relief bursts from me. She’s still here, and she’s still my Princess, her cold Penelope mask nowhere in sight. “Nothing, come here,” I order, my voice gruff.
Padding on bare feet, she closes the distance between us, pausing a step away from me.
“All the way here,” I say, crooking a finger and beckoning her closer, a smile spreading across my lips.
Swallowing, she sways on her feet. “Hawthorn.”
“Princess, I know you want to know what this is, but I’ve got no fucking clue. I just know that I can’t leave you alone, and I don’t want to. So come here and kiss me, because I think you want me just as much as I want you. Maybe we don’t need to understand it. Maybe you just accept that you’re mine and I’m yours, and we just enjoy it instead.”
Her lips part, and she worries her bottom lip with her teeth while she processes what I just said. For a moment, I think she’s going to run, but instead she steps into my chest and wraps herself around me.
