Page 90 of Princess Fallen

Then his cock is inside me.Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting.

And I’m fulfilled.

Deeply fulfilled.

I don’t know where my legs are.I don’t know where his are.Doesn’t matter.All that matters is the joining, the completion, the consummation of...

Of what?

We’ve consummated whatever this is many times before, but what exactly is this thing between us?He may understand it, but I do not.

Understanding is overrated.

What isn’t overrated is the orgasm building in me as he bangs on my clit with each thrust.Tingles shoot through me, like arrows forged from lust, and I implode.Right in the backseat of the black sedan, I implode, energy pulsing from the fine hair on my skin all the way to my core, to my pussy, to my clit.

To the depths of my soul.

And I swear to God...

I can’t live without this.I can’t live without this feeling of true completion.This feeling of...being home.

He releases in me then, groaning and grunting.“Hannah.My God...”

Hannah.Again he calls me Hannah.

And his name leaves my lips on a sigh.

“Victor...”

We lie in our ecstasy for moment, and I’m not really sure how we’re comfortable, but we both seem to be.

“I never really had a home,” I find myself saying.

“What?”

“A home.I guess the one constant was my mother.My father never liked me much, and then my stepfather came, and if possible he hated me even more.”

“Your stepfather’s a demon, princess.He hates everyone.”

“Not my mother.He loves her, in his way.He told me so and I believe him.I’m not sure why, but I do.And strangely enough?I think my father loved her too.But neither of them loved me.My stepfather sure didn’t.My father?He recognizes our blood bond, but love?I don't think he's capable of it.”

“But you did have a home,” Rogan says.

“I did maybe.My mother, I guess.But she chose my stepfather over me, so it was no longer my home once he came.”

Rogan caresses my cheek.“I’m your home now.”

The truth of his words spikes straight into my heart.

This is honesty.This is the honesty I want from him.He’s telling me the truth.To him, I am home.

And if he can be honest about that, he can be honest about everything.

“Victor...”

“Yes, Hannah?”

“Thank you.Thank you for giving me a home.”