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When I felt the cool sensation of the rubber phallus at my puckered hole, I tried to protest. I made guttural sounds of discomfort and shook my head, but I didn’t move, either. I groaned plaintively as it protruded into my backside, but stayed put.
“There.” The prince lifted me by the shoulders and stroked my face quite tenderly. “Now you know what you are, my waif? You are mine.”
My eyes were filled with a sheen of tears—I could feel them there, ready to break free any moment—as I looked back, silently begging him to remove it.
“So long as you enjoy my hospitality, you are always mine. But with that in you, the cherry on top of your bright red backside, you know it.”
His dominance came to wrap around me like a cloak and it made me duck my head, in awe with a tiny bit of fear. When my eyes flashed back to his face, I could see that he saw everything I felt—and liked it.
“Would you like to feel me inside you?”
My brow furrowed as I tried to puzzle out his meaning.
The prince chuckled and brushed his fingers across my forehead. “I thought you were a virgin.”
My puzzlement only grew, but as his fingers swept down to brush against my pussy, something else grew as well. My desire. I wanted more than anything for his fingers to explore me again. Or better yet, his hot, hungry mouth.
My thoughts gave me away as a droplet of juice slid down my thigh. The prince saw it, gave me a hungry grin, and bent to retrieve it with his tongue, making a thrill shoot through me so hard and fast my toes curled.
“I have to have you,” he growled seconds before sweeping me into his arms and carrying me back to bed. He tossed me atop it, none too gently, and began tearing at his own clothes in fevered haste.
The second his trousers hit the floor, my mouth dropped open. I could see the part of him that had been reaching for me the day before. It was long, and hard and the sight of it filled me with wonder.
What am I to do? How am I to touch him there?
But I needn’t have troubled myself with such questions. The moment he climbed atop the bed to join me, it was clear he was in charge, and he knew exactly what to do.
“You are mine,” he growled again before his mouth began to devour me. His tongue mingled with mine—I was tentative, exploring, but he was a master who knew exactly what he wanted and how to take it. “Mine,” he murmured again, the word hot against my throat before his teeth claimed it.
What… does he mean… is he saying he loves me?
The thought barely had time to land before I was distracted once more by his possessive passion.
My breasts were teased by his tongue, then the hard steeple of my nipple sucked into his mouth. He kissed his way down the flat of my stomach before stopping to drink more of the juices from my sopping wet pussy.
Then, when he looked up at me and I saw the ardent heat of his gaze, I knew. I felt the feeling inside me. It didn’t look like the devotion of the Merpeople who agreed to join together as lifemates. It didn’t look like what I thought love would be. But it was a heady rush that could not be denied, an ache that must be filled.
And fill me he did. He was hard and yet wondrous and made me whole with one glorious thrust.
I knew nothing, of course, and thought that would be the end of it. As it turned out, it was merely the beginning. The prince moved inside me one wonderful thrust at a time. He was fast, he was thorough, and he was clearly enjoying himself quite a lot.
I barely could process the myriad of feelings running through me, much less understand them. All I knew for certain was that I didn’t care if I died tomorrow. Today had been worth trading in a fin for a pair of legs if this was what it led to.
His thrusts, each more powerful than the last, filled me with a tingling heat. For a moment, my mind flashed back to the fire on the boat. But the fire he created inside me was wholly different—I couldn’t see it, or hear the crackling of the flames, and yet, embers burned in my core sending tendrils of heat pulsing through every inch of my body, threatening to consume me.
One of my hands curled at his shoulder, my nails digging into him.
The prince responded by growling and squeezing my breasts, his cock smacking into my pussy harder than before. The sound of it filled the room, and if I could have, I would have screamed with pent-up passion. The fire coiled inside my belly and I began to float, reaching for the high, ornate ceiling.
His hard shaft retreated then dove back into the wet, hot channel of my pussy. With that final thrust, I felt myself spiraling. Clenching hard against him, I gasped as the fire running through me spilled over, rushing to fill every crevice.
But he was still inside me, moving hard and fast, his breath becoming quick and ragged until he let out a loud growl. Then he collapsed onto my body, breathing heavily.
CHAPTER 8
Damian
When I got ahold of myself, I rolled onto my back, pulling my red-headed temptress to me. She curled into me naturally, as though she’d been made to fit there.
