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She squirmed then ground herself against him. Soon she was writhing and clutching at his shoulders, her fingers kneading his hard muscles and her struggling to keep her eyes open.
“You’re irresistible. Like a ripe fruit dripping honeyed sweetness, making everyone that goes past sniff at you, lick at you, want to shove themselves inside you. Fuck you, Princess, for being so fuckable. You distract me too much.” Drake played with her mouth, brushing his fingers across her bottom lip before trailing them to her neck.
Amusement popped into her head and she smirked. “I annoy you because I am too...” No, she could not say that, but she snorted in a most un-princess-like way.
He shook his head slowly. “Bad girl.”
Such thoughts vanished from her head, for he brought his mouth to hers and devoured her—her mouth, her jaw, her neck muscles, using his teeth so nastily that she felt a spurt of wetness below. Then he lifted the front of her little nightdress and dragged it upward to gather beneath her chin.
Fascinated, and already wrecked from his attention, with her forehead on his shoulder, she peered downward between their bodies. She licked at where his shoulder joined his neck. His taste promised sex. A little unfocused and panting, she watched him grasp her breasts, one in each hand to hold it still before he slithered down the bed to give them his full attention with his mouth—one breast, then the other, sucking on her.
How wet he left her nipples, how easily he conjured shudders of pleasure from her and a whimpering writhe of her body, with each and every suck or lick.
The rawness of the lust in his eyes awed her.
The ache in her butt cheeks reminded her of how remorseless he could be.
When at last he stopped attacking her with tongue, lips, and teeth, he reclined on his side and stared, gaze shifting over her body. His lower arm snaked across and clutched her wrist, as if to prevent her from escaping.
As if she would.
She found the words she should have said before and whispered, “I should have said no.”
“But you did not and it would’ve only made it more interesting, to make you beg for me.” He winked. “You read of us?” He stroked his fingers down her cleavage, past her navel to her lower belly, where his gaze and hand stuck.
Absentmindedly, he drew circles on her just above her clit.
Distracting? He might as well have drawn on her with lava.
“The torm and the other stuff. Yes,” she rasped, throat roughened by desire.
“It affects us both, my fuckable princess. All I can think of is fucking you, even when the world outside has barely been rescued from bullet, fire, and storm. My men have it controlled. And you, you grab me by the cock and lure me to you.”
Such crudeness.
“I deny this torm has an effect on me.” She dredged up a smile, let it play on her lips. “That’s mauleon hormones, not mine, sir.” Had she just dared him to prove her wrong?
And here she was with her fingers tangled in his long hair and pressing on his chest, because she could not get enough of him.
“You think so, Princess?” He gave a low chuckle that sounded, almost, like a threat. “Let’s find your shower before I fuck you.”
She sucked in a sharp breath. Yes, that was fear surfacing. He hadn’t fucked her fully before, remember? Fear and lust.
What would it be like to take all of him? Her pussy squeezed in.
Her priorities were all wrong. Royal concerns. The damn war out there even? Maybe he was right? Maybe this torm was affecting her?
For the first time, she noticed how filthy he’d made her sheets. His body was streaked with black and stank of smoke and the gods knew what. Blood too, perhaps.
“You must get out of my bed,” she blurted.
The servants would know he’d been here.
His mouth stretched into an evil smile. “Not what you say to me. Not at all.”
Then he launched himself from the bed with a bounce and stalked around to her. Drake hauled her upright. With a few swift movements, he twirled her and dragged her nightdress over her head, making her breasts jiggle as they were caught in the material.
“There?” He pointed to her bathroom door. Without waiting for an answer and with her wrists trapped in his hand, he towed her to the door.
