Page 113 of Dare
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The prince released my lobe. He sliced his incisors down the center of my throat, then across my collarbones, then down the knob of my shoulder. The trail left flurries in its wake, bliss and frustration scattering to the edges of my being. Gasps tumbled from my mouth, and my fingernails bit into his skull, and my cunt gyrated against his cock.
Sharp.
Seething, Jeryn withdrew. His ravenous face leveled with mine, fixing on my features for a moment. Then he steered my head back, urging me into an arch. This pushed my breasts into his torso and my stomach into his ribs. As the tide whipped against the shore, I suspended myself above the tumult, my hair dangling like seaweed.
For leverage, my fingers latched onto the nape of his neck. Though, I wouldn’t slip or fall. Not with him there.
Even if I did, I knew how to swim. And I knew how to survive the drop.
With my body extended and on wet display, the prince paused. Hyperawareness sensed his eyes roving across every inch, his stare sinking to the marrow of my bones.
The moment lasted an instant before the prince’s mouth lowered. Heat enveloped my nipple as his lips closed around the bud, the peak of his tongue licking me raw. I reeled farther back, a cry launching from my lungs. My lips parted, hanging ajar as more whines dashed into the air.
Jeryn groaned around the nipple and seized it harder, toughening it into a rock. Then he unleashed, kissing my breast the way he’d kissed my mouth. Disjointed moans streamed from my throat, each one splintering into the night.
My pussy leaked onto his cock, which rose from the loose panels of his pants. The waistband slumped, his ass materializing from the fabric. I knew because my heels were digging into the tight swells, shoving the garment farther down.
Jeryn made an icy noise. As if drained of air, he abandoned the nipple, cupped the opposite breast, and husked into the other disk. The pleasure chipped me to pieces, my whimpers growing choppy.
This man laid siege to my body as though intending to hoard every inch. Such an entitled prince. Such a manipulative man. Yet if he stopped, I would declare war.
Finally, his mouth relaxed from around the nipple. Inching back, he muttered against the peak, “I’m going to fuck you until we break.”
His promise fired through my veins. I’d been prepared for that since this night began—and even before then, from the moment he reached for me in a panic. What’s more, the prince’s vow caused my stomach to flip, anticipation tingling my spine. That, and pride.
This ruler had the world at his feet, but no one had ever warmed his bed. His whole life, he hadn’t requested a lover, hadn’t summoned a courtesan to his suite, hadn’t taken a partner.
Yet of all the people who worshiped and feared him, Winter wanted me. He had knelt to taste me, then restrained himself to be tasted back, and now he gazed at my features as though his life depended on it. More than lust, passion stared back.
This, I understood. Sick with desire, fed up with waiting, he didn’t care to be patient any longer, and I didn’t want to deny what I needed, and we didn’t bother regretting this.
It wouldn’t be gentle or slow. It would be chaotic. It would deplete us.
I would let this villain fuck me in the darkness. And I would fuck him back until the rising sun blasted us with light.
I nodded and spread my legs around his hips. My ankles linked above his ass, the ovals fully visible over the waistline. I’d thrust the pants as far as they would go without sliding down, the better to admire the firm divots and profile of his backside. The silhouette was as taut as the rest of him, including the high column of his erection.
It stood firm and flushed. The cap was broad, the width so thick my hand would struggle to encase him.
Astride his waist, I wiggled closer. My damp thighs fanned outward, my pussy bracing against the hard stem. I lifted myself, ready to span around his cock, to capture the tip between my legs.
To help him.
But the villain prince uttered an offended noise. “I’m a virgin,” he hissed. “Not a saint.” He palmed my ass and jerked me into him, his heavy cock primed at my entrance. “I’m also a doctor.” His mouth sliced a path across mine. “I know where the fuck to go.”
In trying to assist, I may as well have called him an amateur. Nonetheless, I purred, “Prove it.”
At the challenge, Jeryn’s expression turned critical. The sight entrapped me, so that I didn’t notice his hips swing back until the last instant. Then his waist lashed upward. And in one fluid motion, the hot length of his cock thrust between my folds.
I died a thousand deaths. A cry broke from my lungs. On impact, my frame jolted and hunched into him.
A groan quaked from Jeryn’s throat, the seismic noise traveling across his body. From the crown to the sac, every inch of his cock filled me to the brink, slick yet hard as metal. Its girth opened my pussy, splaying my limbs farther, my knees hiking at a greater angle.
Hell. Fire.
Our slack mouths hung open, our exhalations dashing against one another. Shackled like this, we peered at each other, overwhelmed by the sensation of his cock poised inside me. This instant when fantasy became reality.