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“Princess,” Damien growls, and hearing the tight restraint in his voice makes me smile around his thick length.
I pull back and slowly brush my lips over the crown before swirling my tongue around his girth.
“Blyad'.” The word is nothing more than a whisper, and I notice how he fists his hands at his sides.
I suck him back into my mouth, and wanting to weaken him, I begin a relentless pace, my head bobbing forward. I only manage to take half of him and wrap my fingers around his base, squeezing hard.
“Fuck.” Damien’s hands shoot to my head, and for a moment, I think he’s going to push me away, but instead, his fingers fist in my hair, and he yanks me against him until the crown hits the back of my throat. I almost gag, and it makes my eyes instantly tear up.
I keep sucking hard, hollowing my cheeks, and it doesn’t take much longer before warm liquid spurts down my throat. Damien’s hips jerk, and his hands tighten their grip on my hair as low grunts escape him.
I swallow it all and slowly pull him from my mouth. Licking my swollen lips, I climb to my feet and meet Damien’s burning gaze with a defiant stare.
DAMIEN
I struggle to bring my breathing under control from the intense orgasm I just had. I’ve had blowjobs before, but nothing like that. Maybe it meant so much more because it was Winter, the princess who refused to bow before anyone… until today.
I don’t like that she took control. Not one bit.
Pinning her with a murderous glare, we stare at each other, neither of us willing to back down.
She might be used to being in charge in her own life, but I won’t tolerate it in the bedroom.
Seeing the defiance in her emerald gaze only makes me more determined to tame her. Grabbing hold of Winter, I shove her back onto the bed. I begin to yank the tuxedo from my body as my eyes rake over every inch of her exposed skin.
She’s a fucking goddess.
I rip my shirt off and make quick work of my pants and underwear while kicking my shoes off. When I’m finally naked, Winter's eyes roam over my body, and her breathing begins to speed up as her green irises darken with a hungry look.
Placing a knee on the bed, I take hold of the white lace panties and drag them down her legs. When she’s totally naked, my eyes lower to the neat strip of ginger curls.
Winter begins to move, trying to sit up, and it makes me grab hold of her shoulders, pinning her down to the mattress. “Keep still,” I growl the instruction as I keep myself braced over her.
The expression on her face turns to a glare. “I’m not going to lie still like a docile submissive.”
Her fight makes my lips curve up, and then my mouth crashes against her.
“You will submit,” I growl against her lips before I bite her bottom lip and suck on it.
She tries to turn her face away from me, and it has me wrapping my fingers around her throat.
Winter grabs hold of my biceps, her nails digging into my skin, and then she pushes her body up against mine. Unlike before when we were in training, and I subdued her, feeling her bare breasts pressing against my chest makes me lose control.
I begin to ravish her mouth, my tongue brushing hard strokes against hers. Winter doesn’t submit one bit but matches my strokes with her own.
Wanting to gain the upper hand, I slip my other hand between her legs as I partially lie down over her. When I spread her open and my middle finger presses against her clit, her body jerks, and she gasps into my mouth.
Not giving her a moment to grow accustomed to my touch, I begin to rub hard circles around the sensitive bud. Winter’s breaths start to rush against my lips, and lifting my head, I capture her eyes, filled with an inferno of heat.
My voice is low as I say, “Submit.”
“No,” she gasps, every muscle in her body tightening beneath me.
I increase the pressure on her clit, and without any warning, I thrust a finger inside her. Her inner walls instantly clench around me, trying to suck me deeper. I pull my finger out and return to punishing her clit until her features begin to tighten.
“Come, Princess,” I murmur, my voice deep with the need to see her lose control.
Her grip on my biceps tightens, and then her body begins to shudder as a whimper escapes her lips.
She doesn’t look away as her orgasm hits. Instead, Winter keeps her eyes locked on mine. Her lips part with a moan, and then her body bows against mine.
Pleasure strips the defiance from her face, and I’m rewarded with soft moans as she rides out her orgasm against my hand.
