Page 26 of Crowned In Sin

Prince Jasper leans his face close to mine, his eyes dark. “Perhaps you prefer this? Less of a gentleman?”

“I—”

“If it’s what you want…don’t lie to me, Princess.”

“I do not… I do not know⁠—”

He leans in even closer. “Your body tells the truth for you, Princess. I can offer you whatever it is you ache for,” he murmurs, his lips to the shell of my ear. His grip on my wrist loosens slightly.

For a moment, my heart lurches. Does he know? Is he? No…he can’t be. For he’s clean shaven as he was yesterday. And I’ve felt the rough touch of stubble with the kiss of my lover.

Before I can think too much, he leans in closer, and closer, so close I can feel his breath against my lips. But he tilts his head at the last moment and kisses my neck. He leaves opened mouthed kisses there, and I’ve never felt such desire in the light of day—his lips and his tongue, licking and sucking gently. A soft moan spills from my lips and his groan of satisfaction makes me even hotter.

I squirm in his grip, kicking my feet. Somehow these kisses are making me as wet as his fingers. As wet as his mouth. It is as if the nerves run straight from my neck to between my legs, and being outside in the garden—a place that is more in danger of discovery than my rooms—makes me feel wild with lust.

“You would like to be caught, wouldn’t you, Princess? You’d like your squire to see you getting ravished against the wall. You don’t need to tell me. I know you’re wet under your dress. That look in your eyes…I fucking love it.”

His filthy mouth surprises me, leaving me shocked.

I lean my head against the wall and let him kiss at my neck. I’m heady with want and I try not to think. The thoughts are far too much.

“If I bit you here, would you be able to hide it? I don’t think so. Not with skin like yours. You’d have to wear a scarf, or choose a high-necked gown. Do you even have one for this season? Would you hide in your rooms? No, I think you wouldn’t. I think you’d wear it out for everyone to see.”

“You can’t… My father⁠—”

“Your father would see, too. He would see, and he would know you had no choice but to marry me. He would know who did this to you, and he would know you let me and loved it.”

My chest heaves with a wanton exhale. I can’t help it.

“You’d like worse, wouldn’t you, Princess? You’d like to be caught bent over with your hands on the wall, your skirts up to your waist, my cock buried in your cunt. If I made you come with my fingers, you wouldn’t be able to stop if someone saw. You’d just have to finish like that. But perhaps you wouldn’t need my fingers. Perhaps you’d only need to be fucked.”

I let out another moan. Does he think I am begging him? I still can’t speak. Silent in his accusation. I do wish he’d take me. Fuck me against the stone wall and leave scratches against my bare skin. Claim me.

“Do you think the maidens would call the others? Do you think they would hide in the flowers and watch? How many pairs of eyes does it take to make you hot? I think it only takes one,” he whispers and rakes his teeth along my neck.

“Please,” I manage to say. “Please. Do not leave me like this, I can’t⁠—”

“Do you think I would leave you here on this wall? Perhaps you imagine I would tie you here so you could not get free. That would cause quite a bit of trouble, wouldn’t it? Or maybe to my bed. I could use you however I fucking wished.”

“I want—” I start and then question myself. I shut down all thought, instead desperate to be taken by him. To feel such pleasure that he promises.

“I need it, please,” I beg, my head spinning.

Prince Jasper looks over his shoulder, checking in both directions. “Of course you need it. But we must be quick.”

He lets go of my hands. They fall onto his shoulders, and I let them rest there while he shoves my skirts up to my waist. My fingers dig into his shoulders and I cling to him. He holds my skirt up with his body while he rips open the laces of his trousers as quickly as he can, and his cock springs out. It is so long and so thick that a shiver of fear goes through me even as my mouth waters.

Prince Jasper smirks cockily and kisses my neck once again and then whispers, “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle…at first.”

He grasps me under my bottom and lifts me off my feet, pressing my back harder against the wall. I gasp as he positions me. Once he has me lifted to the right angle, he moves in close and balances me with one arm while he searches out my opening.

His eyes stay focused on my face as he does, but a flicker of emotion passes through his eyes as he drags the tip through my folds for a few beats longer than truly necessary.

I roll my hips, trying to coat him with more of my arousal.

“Mmm, so fucking eager,” he murmurs in satisfaction, as if he has been waiting a long time to feel this. I pant from the heat of him and from the wall and from the sun above us, and at last he finds his angle and pulls me down on him.

I gasp at the heated sensation, half expecting another arrogant look from the prince but instead he grins with deep content and his lips part with an expression of reverence. After a few slow thrusts he picks up his pace, glancing over his shoulder once as if remembering that we need to be quick so we don’t get caught.