Page 117 of His Prince
We barrel through the front door of the house and up the stairs, ignoring the calls from the guards. They can wait. He’s always at their beck and call. He needs time with me.
Me. His husband.
I kick the door shut and descend on him, tossing him onto the bed and following him down.
“Mikhail,” he breathes, almost in protest, but I don’t hear it. I just rip his clothes off him until he’s completely naked. His pretty cock is hard and the tip is wet.
My tongue peeks out and runs across my lips.
“What are you going to do to me?” he asks, his pupils blown out, his own lips parted as he pants in anticipation. I can see the marks on his body, the ones I’ve left all over him.
He looks good in blue.
“I’m going to make you scream.”
He wiggles beneath me and I attack like a predator, biting roughly on his hip. He cries out, and I lick at it, seeing the marks my teeth have made on his pretty, pale skin.
“Mikhail, you have to stop biting me,” he breathes, and I grab on to his cock and squeeze roughly.
“Sólnyshko, it’s not something I can stop. It’s a need.”
“You’re an animal,” he whispers, and I can see that happy glint in his eyes.
“I am,” I growl and then I lick up his cock, making him cry out again, his hands threading through my hair and tugging roughly. “For you, my little angel.”
He moans as I engulf him, sucking on him roughly, my teeth dragging down his length, but I don’t stop. I continue to take him into my mouth until I gag around him. Then I pull off and do it allover again. Angel is shaking beneath me and I preen at the fact that I’ve reduced him to this.
He’s moaning my name, saying it like a prayer. And yet here I am, worshiping him.
“Mikhail. Wait—oh my god—I’m going to come.”
I pull off him and crawl up his body, the fabric of my shirt hitting his skin, and his shaky fingers move up to unbutton it. A small whimper escapes him as my lips sink onto his and then he grunts and tries to tear the shirt open. It doesn’t work, and I let out a small chuckle, pulling my mouth from his.
“You’re not strong enough.”
He frowns up at me, and I grin at how annoyed he is by my comment.
“I’m strong enough for you,” he pouts, and I nip at his jaw as my hips grind into his.
“You are stronger than you think,” I reply, and he sighs as his hands thread through my hair and his legs wrap around me.
“I am. Don’t underestimate me.”
I huff out a laugh and then the next thing I know, he’s rolled us over and is sitting on top of me, his hands pulling my hair roughly.
“Little devil,” I murmur, the sting in my scalp bleeding down into my throat. I swallow roughly, my cock pulsing between us.
“I’m a devil in disguise,” he grins, tilting my head roughly to the side, and then he leans over and bites down roughly, making me hiss.
When he finally pops off me, he stares down at my neck. “I’ve marked you now. We’re even.”
I press my hand against the bruise on my skin and meet his hooded gaze.
“Seems we are,” I reply, and he drags his hands from my hair down my chest, his nails digging into my skin. I feel myself explode in goosebumps as he starts to move toward my groin, but I stop him with a fist inhis hair.
“No, my little menace. Sit on my face if you’re going to suck my dick.”
He groans softly at that and then turns around, backing up until his cock and balls dangle just over my mouth. My hands cradle the globes of his ass as I pull him down further, my tongue lapping across his taint.