He approached with silent steps until only a hair’s breadth existed between them, the heat of his body scorching her. “You want everyone to know that you’re mine, don’t you?”
I’m yours for as long as you’ll have me.
“Can you be quiet, Rosie?” His voice was velvet smooth, but there was nothing casual in his posture. Every muscle in his body tensed, an explosion waiting to ignite.
She wanted to scream it to the heavens that she had fallen desperately in love with this remarkable man, an impossibly lovely man who would never fit in her life, as she would never fit in his. “Do you want me to be?”
His lips ghosted over hers, not quite touching but making her tremble in anticipation. “No. I want everyone to know I’m yours, too.”
Finally,finally, he crashed his mouth over hers. Her knees buckled, her heart lost and adrift but somehow steady, as though she’d been tossed in a vortex but held fast in Ben’s arms. He slid one palm down her back, over her bottom and up her thigh, bringing her skirts with it. “Hold on,” he muttered, and she slung her arms around his neck as he slid his hand between them, beneath her skirt and between her thighs.
“You’re dripping, sweetheart. Is this all for me?”
“Y-yes.” She hissed as he slid a finger into her channel, moving in maddeningly slow thrusts as his thumb made lazy circles around her center of nerves.
“How am I the prince who wakes you up like this?” His voice was rapturous, like a benediction in her ear. He nipped at the skin of her throat, sucking at her pulse point as his hands moved faster, pushing her towards the edge. “Or am I just the village boy, desperate for a taste of you?”
He pressed his thumb to her swollen nub hard, and Rose moaned as her climax poured over her, brittle and molten, as she shuddered in his arms. Ben continued to brace her as he unbuckled his trousers, then rocked his bare erection against her soaked undergarments. His jaw clenched as he paused, then released her legs slowly until she regained her balance. He reached behind her and fumbled with his jacket.
A laugh fell from her throat when he withdrew a tin of sheaths from his pocket. “Hopeful, weren’t we?”
Ben grimaced. “Cass has been slipping them in my pockets for the last several days. It’s a game to see how many she can give me before I notice.”
“How many did she manage this time?”
He wrinkled his nose and held out his hand, palm up. “Easily a half dozen, but I haven’t checked the interior pockets yet.”
Rose pressed her brow against his chest, laughing as she shook her head. “Is anything a secret around here?”
“Unfortunately, no.” He dropped his hands down to her bottom and squeezed, his face buried in her hair. “Fuck, I can’t resist you. I don’t know why I tried.”
A gasp escaped as he turned her, guiding her palms to the wall, the brick of the chimney rough and warm from the residual heat of the day. Her heart thudded as she looked over her shoulder and met his heated eyes. “You tried to resist me?”
“And failed.” Ben groaned as his hands swept up her sides, pausing to squeeze her breasts before he hoisted her skirts again and slid her drawers down. With a gentle hand to the base of her spine, he pushed her down until her back arched, her rear lifted. She shivered as the cool air caressed her bare skin. His lips left a heated trail from her tailbone to the curves of her buttocks. He pressed his mouth to the crease between her legs, sucking at her entrance until she shuddered and cried out.
“You can’t be quiet, can you, Princess?” His words rumbled against her skin, heightening her pleasure. “Someone might hear you and come looking. See you with my mouth on your pussy.”
“Ben,” she whimpered, squirming against him. Her mind had dissolved in the overwhelming power of pleasure, heightened by anticipation and his filthy words.
His hands held her hips in place, leaving her open to him. He hummed, almost a growl of satisfaction, then nipped at her lower lips. “I thought you were going to be loud. Tell the whole neighborhood about us.”
A low, husky groan she barely recognized fell from her chest as he drove his tongue inside her channel, and Rose teetered on the edge of release when he pulled back. The crisp night air stung her wet flesh, but the heat of his cock against her entrance chased away the chill.
“Can I take you like this?” His voice was raw, rougher than she had ever heard, and for a moment she wondered if he had finally let go, if she was seeing past his layers and defenses, to the heart of him. Had she truly made him come undone?
Garbled words and moans tumbled out of her. “Yes, oh now, please.” Her consciousness no longer lived in her body; Rose was pure desire, a collection of raw nerve endings all attuned to Ben, the sensation of him sliding inside her until he was buried to the hilt, the delicious fullness so much more intense from this angle.
He leaned forward with a moan and gripped her hip with one hand, wrapping the other around her chest, hugging her against him until her fingertips barely grazed the chimney. “Christ, you feel perfect. You’re so fucking perfect, Rosie.”
She shook her head as he began to thrust, and she felt the reverberations in her chest, her eyelids, the tips of her toes. “I don’t want to be perfect. I want to be yours.”
“You’re mine for as long as I can have you.” His voice was strained, and she turned to peer over her shoulder. The stars and street lights cast shadows in his eyes, his cheeks. He looked hungry, like a villain set out to capture her in one of his fairy tales. She wanted to be captured, to be swept away by him and kept forever in the woods.
When she peaked, Rose couldn’t hold back her scream, and the sounds of her pleasure echoed over the rooftops, down the streets of Brooklyn. Ben groaned and pulled out, pressing his cock against her backside as he pulsed inside the condom.
“Fuck,” he hissed, “fuck,Rosie. What you do to me.” He lifted her upright, turning her and pressing her chest to his. He cupped the back of her head as he kissed her, long and slow. “I’m yours Rosie, forever yours.”
Tears pricked her eyes, and she wondered what would happen if she let herself cry, if she showed him how much he had come to mean to her, how desperately she wanted to belong to him. For all his objections, Ben was her prince, the man who could save her from the life she didn’t want, who had given her an entire kingdom over which he ruled.
