Page 69 of Kiss of a Hellish Prince

I didn’t know what I did to get this man so into me, but holy fuck, am I glad it happened.

“Yes. I want to come on your cock. Fuck me, Rune, please. Fuck me,” I pleaded.

“Shh, if someone hears you, they might come in. If someone walks in on me fucking you, I don’t think I am going to stop. Then I’m going to be very upset if another man gets to see what you look like when you come. You aremine,” he said in my ear while kissing my shoulders, sending shivers down my spine to my oversensitive core.

“I am yours,” I repeated.

“Good girl,” he whispered as he angled his cock to push into my pussy.

I was not a virgin—far from it—but despite that and my pussy being so drenched and ready, his cock still stretched me to the absolute max. I had never felt so full. I must have made a noise because Rune stopped.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes,” I said between pants. “Just give me a second. You’re a lot to take.”

“You say the sweetest things.” He reached down to play with my clit. He bit and nibbled my neck, and within seconds, my body relaxed enough to take the rest of him.

“Okay. I’m good.”

“Thank fuck.” He slid the rest of the way in.

He started slow, making sure I could take all of him, and it still felt good.

“Do you like that? Is this what you wanted when you dropped to your knees to suck me?” he whispered in my ear.

“Yes,” I moaned.

He sped up and started fucking me harder. “I wanted our first time to be romantic, sweet even. I wanted to take you in my bed, where you would be warm and comfortable. I wanted to make you come over and over again on my fingers and my lips before you came on my cock. I was going to worship you.” He thrust harder. “I was going to treat you like a queen, but you just had to get yourself in trouble, didn’t you? You had to start a fight, then try to get yourself taken from me. Now, our first time together is me fucking you against a bookshelf like a little slut.”

“I-I’m sorry,” I stammer.

His cock was hitting the same delicious spot over and over. I could barely hang on to anything, let alone a coherent train of thought.

“I don’t think you are. You like being my little slut, don’t you? I think you almost got off sucking my cock, and if I let you, you would have come when I was licking your ass. I think you are trying as hard as you can not to come now. Am I right?”

Fuck, his words were almost doing more for me than the way he was fucking me.

“Yes.” My legs were shaking. I was leaning more and more of my weight on the bookcase so I didn’t collapse.

“Do you want to come for me, Tori?” he asked, scraping his teeth over my shoulder.

“Yes. Please.” My entire body felt raw and exposed. I needed the release.

“Beg for it. Beg me to let you come.”

“Rune, please.” My voice cracked.

“Not yet.” He pulled me back against him, my back arching painfully to keep my hips still. One warm hand wrapped around my throat, and the other travelled down the front of my body and rubbed small circles over my clit.

“Please,” I croaked out.

“Not yet,” he said, squeezing my throat, restricting my airflow.

I couldn’t speak; instead, I made a whimpering sound.

“Not yet.” He kissed my shoulder and slammed his cock into me.

The pressure was building in me. It was so intense I was worried I was going to explode.