Page 10 of Crowned In Sin

I know that if I opened my eyes, I wouldn’t find a man at my door, waiting for his breathing to settle so he could move closer, but I imagine it anyway.

I imagine I can hear him breathing deeply. Control is nearly impossible for him.

I slip my hand underneath the covers, exploring my body. My fingertips softly and deftly make their way across my heated skin. With no corset to constrict me and no gown to weigh me down, I’m open to exploration. Gently, I pinch my nipples and make them peak, then cup my hand around each of my breasts. I slide my hand over my flat stomach to the curls where my legs come together. The sensation causes a soft moan to spill from my lips. He’d love that sound, wouldn’t he? He’d want more of it and more to touch. More to explore.

With a groan of the bed and rustling of the sheets, I spread my legs and stroke my fingers just above my clit, teasing myself before dipping them lower.

I am already wet. My heart seems to be in my throat. I have never dared to do this, and now that I am learning the shape of myself, I cannot believe I waited so long. I seek out my hot, tight entrance and slide a finger inside, then withdraw it, my body shaking.

I find the bundle of nerves higher up and give it a few tentative strokes. It does not take long to find a rhythm that makes pleasure build under my fingers.

The man from the shadows crosses the room in my fantasy. He cannot help himself. By now, he’s noticed that I’m not sleeping. He tells himself he should stay back and watch, but he takes one step away from the door, then another, drawn to me as if a moth to a flame. I’ll be his undoing, and yet that’s all he craves.

He wonders if I’m dreaming or having some nightmare he should wake me from.

But finally he’s close enough to see my shape under the blankets, and he knows what I’m doing.

He knows I’m pleasuring myself. He knows I’m thinking of him.

And he is not just here to watch. He’s here to steal me away.

That is why he stayed hidden. That is why he will not let himself dwell on what he is doing. Because he wants to steal me from the palace and take me to a shelter only he knows about.

He wants to use me for his pleasure.

“No,” I whisper. “Please. Don’t. I swear… I’ll do anything…” I plead with him as the warmth grows between my thighs and I circle my clit harder.

The words feel silly at first, and then they are not silly at all. Then they only add heat between my legs. My fingers are covered in slick arousal, and I rub furiously at those nerves. I want release—I want to come—but I don’t want it to be over yet. Not when I’ve finally let myself do it.

I let my legs fall open wider, stroking slower to try to make it last. I can’t get enough air. It’s so hot under the blankets, and it’s only from my body. It’s only from my desire.

In my fantasy, the man bends over my bed. His arms go around me before I can scream, and I’m lifted away from the mattress. There is no one to stop him from taking me. My maidens are not here. There are no guards in the hall. And the man from the shadows knows every hidden path out.

No matter how hard I struggle, I can’t get free.

“Where are you taking me?” I whisper, and then I become even bolder. “I’ll do anything you want.”

Casen

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She’s fucking gorgeous. So easily taken by her own touch. I’m haunted by my desire for her, although I could never have her.

Princess Cora may not know it, but she has opened her eyes several times.

She keeps them squeezed shut while her fingers work at her pussy. It’s driving me mad that her decadent curves are hidden below the blankets. She writhes beneath them and I know exactly what she’s doing. My cock is harder than it’s ever been in my life.

I fucking need her. And she needs a punishing fuck for what she’s done to me.

The princess cannot know just how mad she has driven me, because she keeps looking toward the door of her room, and I am hidden in the shadows of her balcony.

It is unguarded.

If she were mine, I’d have ten men on that balcony every minute, but Cora’s father, the king, seems to believe that no one would want her enough to find a way to this place. It’s far too obvious his mind is focused on loss. I have sorrow for the man, but I am not too noble to take advantage of his sorrow.

I’ve already undone my trousers and taken out my cock. The pain of it pressing against the fabric was too much to bear. I could not drink in her whispers and her face and the shape of her body under the blankets, so I freed myself and wrapped a hand around my shaft. My cock is already leaking cum. I fucking need her. Truly and deeply.

I did not intend to find my own pleasure tonight. Not as I watched her for other purposes.