Page 115 of Into Her Fantasies


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“Do you still not understand?” he grated into the shell of my ear. “Everything has changed. Everything was changed, from the moment I first saw you.” He dragged a hand along the front of my body, fingers spread. “And touched you…”

As he came back up, it was skin to skin, fingers searching beneath my tank. He squeezed both aching swells of my breasts, tugging at the taut nipples until I moaned, before splaying fingers across my sternum.

“We—we still can’t do this. Oh, God.” That, choked out as he shifted his hold up by a few inches…enough to brace around just the bottom of my throat. Just when I thought he wouldn’t uncover any more of my most illicit dreams…

“We…can’t…”

I tried. So hard. Struggled for just one breath free of his scent, his energy, his power…

Not to be.

As thunder dominated the sky and the sea, his desire boomed through the very fiber of my muscles, the cells in my blood, the essence of my senses.

“I have thought of nothing but this.” His lips serrated my ear. His body throbbed bigger and harder and tighter against me. His chest heaved at my shoulders. His abs tautened against my torso. His cock swelled into the crack of my ass.

“Damn.” I gasped it when he reached down, locked both hands around my wrists, then slammed them to the wall. As he leaned over me, our bodies fitted together. Our breaths billowed on the air, desperate huffs of mounting desire.

Another long moan curled out of me. Resisting him. Wanting him. Craving him…so damn badly. “Oh, dammit, dammit, dammit!”

The luxury of his hair cascaded over the back of my neck as he pressed in, openly biting the curve of my ear. “Tell me,” he growled, “you have not thought of it too—at least a thousand times a day. A million times a day.” He rolled his hips with that power so unique to him, making me groan again, before he offered, “Tell me, tupulai, that you have not thought of me, of this, and I shall set you free this moment.”

But I didn’t want to be set free. He knew it, and so did I.

I let one desperate sob spill out…just before my confession did. “I’ve thought of you every fucking second.”

His sigh flooded my neck. “Lucina.”

Fireworks and music filled the night. The space around us turned into an otherworldly kaleidoscope.

Baby, we’re not gonna stop…

“Shiraz.” It was still a protest, though I already accepted its utter futility. We were already a launched rocket, destined to burst no matter where the ashes fell. It was going to happen—he’d be inside me, and I’d welcome every inch of him—and yet I had to vocalize the protest however I still could, hoping it wove even threads of strength to the shields of my heart.

Who the hell was I kidding?

When it came to this man, my heart had no more borders left. It would give itself to him the same way my body did. Thoroughly. Openly. Knowing in the end, we’d both be nothing but detonated, wasted shells. Weak cinders in the sky.

Knowing it would be worth it.

If not…praying it would just kill us.

“Tell me again.” His rasp warmed my hair as he moved my hands together on the wall, locking them beneath one of his. “Tell me how often you have thought of me. Needed me.”

I jerked my head up, attempting a challenging glare, but he forced me forward with his jaw at my temple, his free hand at my waist. His fingers clenched hard, his grip a command…turning me to putty. I was nothing against his physical power, and loved it. Surrounded by his dark, forceful scent, and craving it. Even my clothes were flimsy barriers compared to his, cotton and lace battling his brocade and boots—

A point he proved the very next moment.

In a pair of sharp jerks, he pushed my shorts all the way to my ankles. They slipped off fully as he kicked my legs apart.

I turned to butter.

In another motion, he shoved my shirt up over my head, stretching it across my shoulders to form a tight seal across my eyes. The cotton only reached the top of my nose, so I was free to gasp and moan for him as I pleased.

I was liquid.

My pussy took care of demonstrating that one. Wet…I’d never been so damn wet. I seeped with arousal, the drops tickling as they descended my channel. My musky scent bathed the air around us, as my filthy prince, my unerring master, taunted me further with the sensual rolls of his body. As he tormented me further, I writhed harder. Brazenly campaigned for more contact with his huge, incredible body…

“Yes,” I finally rasped. “I’ve thought of exactly this. Every minute, every hour. This. You. Yesssss.”

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