Page 54 of The Princess and the SEAL

He placed his hand behind my neck and gave me a gentle, loving kiss.

I wanted to laugh; I wanted to cry. I wanted him so badly, and I knew deep in my heart that once I went through with this, I would never be the same. Physically, mentally, or emotionally.

Ryan kissed my face and stroked my hair. “I can still stop if you want me to.”

“No. Make love to me.”

He placed a kiss on my forehead and rolled the condom onto his cock.

Then his hands interlaced with mine as he slowly entered me.

Pleasure spiked with pain shot through me, and I felt a sharp pang. But Ryan didn’t allow the pain to last long. He sucked my nipples until I moaned.

I gasped as the pressure grew between my legs. I stretched around him and breathed deeply.

“You okay?”

I nodded but didn’t speak. He kissed my neck, my face, my chest as he entered me completely.

“God, you feel so incredible,” he gasped.

Our bodies glided together in a rhythm as joy replaced the discomfort. We kissed slowly as he pressed in and out of me.

Then Ryan flipped us over, and I was on his lap as he slowly lowered me down on his cock. At first, the pressure was unbearable, but he kissed me and guided me until my body relaxed.

“You’re so beautiful.”

His hands clutched my bottom as he pulled me into him. I rubbed against him, and I felt incredible. His mouth took one of my nipples, and I threw my head back.

“That’s it, baby. Let go. I got you.”

I lost myself in the moment, in him, in us. I was so close. My breath hitched, and Ryan took over, guiding my movement, pressing me closer and closer to him until I couldn’t hold back anymore. I descended into ecstasy and rode the wave of pleasure with him until we collapsed back down to Earth.

He held me so close and kissed me on the forehead. I never wanted to be apart from him.

We withdrew from me. I looked down beside us—blood-stained sheets. Ryan seemed to notice as well. A proud smile graced his face.

He held me close and kissed me again.

What have I done?

I didn’t regret our lovemaking at all. I never would. It was all I wanted and more. But how could I leave now?

“Hey, look at me.”

I slowly forced myself to make eye contact, blinking back the tears.

“I love you, too, Princess.”