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I gasp at his admission and wiggle my hips in anticipation. My core already clenching at what's to come and how guttural his voice sounds with sinful promises. Nothing could prepare me for how it feels to be desired in such a desperate, almost primal way. Like he will go insane if he doesn’t sink himself inside me.
I only register we made it to his room when he kicks the door shut, his hands still clutching onto me tightly as I get the best view of his perfectly sculpted ass. My brows furrow when I see him walk past his bed.
“Draven, what are you doing?”
I barely finish asking my question when I’m flipped back up and set down on the stone counter near the sink, his lips pressing roughly on mine in a heartbeat as I sigh into his mouth. My hands immediately wrap around his neck, digging my nails into the nape, needing to pull him closer. His hands are everywhere. Digging into my hips, sliding up my side, and cupping my breast before sliding back down again.
I’m lost in him. He’s everywhere, all-consuming. And everywhere he touches sparks a bolt of heat over my skin, causing my heart to race.
The bathing room is shadowed with night, while glimmers of moonlight softly blanket us from the window in the ceiling. It’s just the two of us, forever finding each other in the dark. He makes the darkness not so lonely like it once was to me. He really is the prince I dreamed of as a young girl. The one who would rescue me, holding out his hand for me to take. A gesture that promised a better future. One where I was free.
Except, this Dark Prince is also promising pleasure that only his touch can give.
“Fuck,” he rumbles against my lips, sliding his hand up my spine to grip my hair. Twisting it around his hand before pulling my head back, forcing me to look into his eyes. “You're greedy for me, aren’t you? I bet you're soaked. Your pussy begging for my cock to take away the ache.” His voice is nothing but a rasp now.
I try to nod but his grip is tight, restraining my movement.
His tongue licks up my throat before pressing his face as close as he can to mine without our lips meeting. “I need to hear you say it.”
The echo of my heart pounds in my ears, his cedar and maple scent swarming around me like a drug I need more of. I never want to smell anything else. The rough swallow of his throat registers, making me realize I never responded. I’m too caught up in how close he is, the painful pleasure of the slight sting on my scalp from his grip, and the way he’s prodding my soul with those icy blues.
“Fucking say it, little demon,” he grinds out as if he’s barely restraining himself and the beast within.
I swallow down the moan wanting to break free, and I sound breathless with need when I speak. “I crave you. Every part of you.” Wetting my dry lips, I arch up into him. “I crave to know every part of your heart.” My eyes drop to his mouth before slowly dragging back up, demanding his eyes with mine. “And every inch of your cock. I’m fucking greedy for it.”
He growls. A warning or a promise of what's to come. I’m not sure but he doesn’t give me a moment to think more on it when he crashes his lips into mine. A shocked gasp leaves me before turning into a moan when his hand cups my pussy over my clothes, rubbing me there.
I can feel the slickness of my arousal dripping from me already and when he rips himself from me, I know he can smell it. His pupils are blown out, jaw tense, nostrils flaring.
“Strip,” he growls, taking one step back to offer me room to stand.
I make haste in removing every layer of clothing, as he remains stiff, tense. His eyes trail the curve of my body, and that simple look heats my skin like he’s caressing me with his tongue. I can feel his want through the bond. It's heady and overwhelming. And that only makes my insides burn hotter.
My eyes wander over his muscular frame, snagging on the bulge tenting in his pants. I lick my lips.
He’s right. I truly am greedy for him.
Before he can make another move, I drop to my knees, my fingers making quick work of freeing the hard length of him. His cock springs free, hard and throbbing. Bulging veins trail the length of his smooth skin, and a small bead of pre-cum teases me at the tip. I wrap my fingers around the girth of him, noting the heaviness of how huge he is.
He blows out a long breath with a deep groan when I tighten my grip, slowly sliding up his length.
“Little demon,” he chokes out. “You hungry for me?”
My knees shift, pressing my thighs together as his words make my clit flutter.
Instead of speaking, I answer by pinning my eyes on him. I flatten my tongue to steal the small drop that still glistens on the head of his cock, waiting just for me.
He hisses.
Twining my hair in his hand, he grips tightly as his mouth falls open.
Smiling, I drag my tongue down to the base of him, letting my eyes roll back as I do. He tastes so damn good.
The stone floor is cold beneath my bare knees, my nipples are hard, and a shiver races up my spine from the cool air brushing over my skin. But I don’t care. I feel like I’m burning up under his gaze. Loving the way he watches me with harsh breaths. The way I hold the control in this moment, giving him the pleasure.
I want to tease him more. To drag this out until he’s the one begging for me. The only reason I don’t is because I’m addicted. It’s me who can’t wait a moment longer to taste him and have him fill me. To fuck my mouth.
My mouth wraps around him, flattening my tongue as I suck him deep. His breath hitches and that alone makes my pussy clench. Working my mouth over him, hollowing my cheeks as I glide up and down, taking him further and further. His fingers dig into my scalp more firmly, his hips jerking in tune with me.
