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Pulse pounding, I stared at the glowing orbs above us. Hewaswaiting. That silly swelling motion returned, and I ignored it. The emotion had no place here. “Yes,” I whispered. “I’m ready.”
The sound he made was one I had never heard before. It came from deep within him, a triumphant growl of . . . of warning.
The fingers overlapping mine curled, catching the collar of the bodice. With one hard tug, my body jerked against his. Stitches loosened at my shoulders as he exposed my breasts to the warm night air. I looked down at the turgid peak of my breast as his hand closed over the flesh, as I wrapped my own fingers around his wrist. His mouth closed over the skin beneath my ear as he drew the skirt of my gown up. Humid air swirled around my bare legs, my thighs, the lacy undergarments. I held the gauzy skirts, and his hand slipped below, balling into the thin fabric there. Lust pounded through me as he tore the material free from my body with one quick, brutal jerk.
The Prince took me to the ground then, onto my knees, his large body caging mine in. The damp grass pressed into my palm as I held on to the wrist of the hand he braced in the soil. It was maddening— the way he held me there for several moments. Then he shifted behind me. His thigh parted mine. I shook.
“You’re not going to be able to take all of me like this. Not yet.” His voice was a heated whisper against my neck. “Butna’laa?”
“What?” I gasped at the feel of the hard, unbelievably hot length of his cock sliding over my ass.
“You’re going to want to.” A guttural sound left him as the head of his cock pressed into the heat—
I cried out, hips jerking at the feel of him, just the crown of his arousal parting my flesh, as the sound of him kicked off a sharp, sudden explosion of sensation.
“Oh yeah. You’re going to want to.” His hand gripped my hip, steadying me. My legs shook as my hand slipped to rest atop his, and there was nothing in my mind but a haze of red-hot lust. His lips pressed a kiss to my wildly beating pulse. “Badly.”
A rush of damp heat flooded me. He eased in another inch, his width, those ridges, stretching me.
“But I’m not going to let you,” he swore.
“W-What?” I started to turn my head.
Thorne folded his arm over my hips, sealing my back to his, and then he thrust into me.
My cry was lost in his shout. Buried deep in me, he didn’t move, and I couldn’t think beyond the feel of him. The piercing, vibrating heat and hardness. My entire body shook.
Then he moved.
The Prince withdrew, and those ridges— oh gods, they dragged along the sensitive walls, catching that hidden spot just as he pushed back inside. And the sound I made, it was a whimper and a scream as he held me against him, moving in and out of me slowly, steadily. He was in complete control, the way he held me keeping me from moving my lower body— from pushing back on him or retreating. All I could do was kneel, my fingers curling between his, and take him.
And he took me.
His pace became faster, harder. He drove into me, his cheek pressed to mine, and I swore I could feel his stare on my bare breast, pushed up by the bodice. Tension curled and spun and tightened. He fucked, but I had never been fucked like this. My entire body pulsed, every nerve ending becoming raw. I could feel the release building, spinning each time he hit that spot. My eyes were wide, gaze fixed on my white-knuckled grip on his hand.
“Oh gods,” I gasped as he plunged into me. My chest clenched. My core spasmed and everything unraveled as I moaned,“Thorne.”
“Fuck,” he snarled, slamming into me. He lifted my knees slightly, grinding into me as I came, as I felt him swelling, felt that knot at my opening as he pumped into me, and my body moved on its own, wiggling and trying to bring him even deeper into me, as pleasure rolled and rolled through me.
“Bad girl,” he laughed, gasping as his arm tightened, stilling my movements.
He wouldn’t allow me to take him where he was at his thickest, and I might’ve actually hissed . . . or growled. I wasn’t sure, because the pleasure crested again, leaving me quivering and still hot, still . . . still throbbing.
Thorne pulled out suddenly, pressing his cock against the curve of my ass as he found his release, as the tension erupted inside me all over again.
Releases that could last for hours . . .
“Oh fuck,” I moaned, the whirling sensation building in a crescendo once more. “I . . . I can’t.”
“You can.” His lips grazed my flushed cheek as he moved us down. “You will.”
The ground was cool against my chest, his body hot against my back even as he supported his weight on the hand beneath mine. The release took me again, and he wasn’t even inside me any longer.
“Why . . . why did you pull out?” I gasped.
“I didn’t want to,” he said, holding me tight. “I think I would kill to be inside you right now, but if you think this is intense?”
It was. I had never felt anything like it.
