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The sound he made was something between a growl and a sigh.
“I knew you wanted to fuck me,” he said.
“Beast,” I said, pushing against him. “Answer me!”
“Yes,” he growled and kissed me hard on the mouth, his hand knotted in my hair.
When he pulled away, he spoke. “You will call me Casamir if you want my cock. Do you understand?”
I parted my lips and offered a small, teasing smile. This prince was about to discover he had no control.
“Casamir,” I breathed his name, my lips hovering over his.
He kissed me again, hands digging into my body as he shifted and pressed me to the ground. He sat back on his heels, eyes full of black.
“You are beautiful,” he said, and this time when he spoke, I knew he meant it.
Then he shed his clothes, and his cock was thick and full. He settled between my hips, only wearing the silver chains, which were cold as they rested against my skin. I sighed with relief at the feel of him against me, widening my legs so that his crown rested within my heat.
He paused for a moment and brushed my hair from my face. The movement was strangely gentle, and then he spoke, voice warm and low. “I will give you everything,” he said. “But right now—”
“You have never been charming,” I said, interrupting him. “Do not waste my time with it now.”
He smiled shrewdly and then pushed inside me in one fluid movement. I hadn’t known how much I needed this until now. We both groaned, and I let my head fall back against the ground as his fingers wrapped around the column of my neck, though he did not press. As much as I hated to surrender to this creature, lying beneath him right now, it only seemed right.
“Choke me,” I said.
He did not need encouragement, and I had expected this because since our first encounter, he had had an obsession with my neck. As he gently squeezed and thrust inside me, I thought I might die from the rush of pleasure that blossomed throughout my body, only growing in intensity as he continued to press on either side of my neck.
I grasped his forearm and tried to take a breath when my chest started to burn. He loomed over me, watching my face, and then he bent to kiss my mouth before releasing me. I took a deep, guttural breath, light-headed but so fucking aroused I could barely hold on to my orgasm. I did not want this to end because beneath Casamir’s heated gaze, I felt likesomeone.
“So fucking beautiful, so fucking wet,” he said, panting, but he whispered the words, as if he were only speaking to himself. Then his hand returned to my neck and his pace shifted into something far more visceral and carnal. I loved it and wanted it more than I had ever wanted anything, even my freedom.
When he released me, I came, but he continued to move, chasing his own release.
“Come inside me,” I said.
“Fuck you,” he breathed, but he planted his arms on either side of my head and leaned close, and I reveled in the crush of his body against mine. Perspiration gathered on his brow, and I held on to him, fingers pressing into his skin until he kissed me, coming with his mouth against mine.
I wrapped my legs around him to keep him inside me, expecting him to soften, expecting to find myself sated, but as the prince pulled back and met my gaze, the fire that had spurred us on from the start reignited.
“What kind of magic is this?” I moaned as I arched against him.
“This is not magic,” he said and bent to press a kiss to my neck, then my jaw. It was a sweet gesture, and it sent a strange feeling of comfort throughout my body, even as the heat from our coupling raged inside me. “This isneed.”
If this was need, I had never known it before, but I was certain I could not live without it, and I had sense enough to feel the dread of that thought before I was consumed once more by passion for the elven prince whose name I did not know.
Chapter Thirteen
Enchantment
I was only half-awake, but there was a part of me that was aware of the heat and hardness pressed against my back and how heavy Casamir’s arms were around me. The longer I lay there, the more I became aware of my body and the places where I ached. Despite how exhausted I felt, a fire still raged beneath my skin, desperate to take this elven prince inside me once again.
I had to be enchanted, I told myself, but even I knew that was not true. If either of us were still under the fairy’s spell, we would not have fallen asleep. We would have continued to come together beneath this cursed sky.
What was wrong with me?
Casamir was my jailor. He was a beast.
