Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 94782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
For a moment, he’s so still, I freeze too. Even the slightest hitch in my breath makes me feel him. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to focus on relaxing. On breathing. But I’m just so full. He’s so huge. And he’s inside me.
He moves then, just an inch, maybe two. I can’t be sure, but it ignites a fire in me. A bite of pain mixed with an aching emptiness for more. I don’t know what that more is until his fingers slip between my thighs, massaging my clit.
He murmurs something that sounds like a curse, but I don’t know. It isn’t English, and it’s so low it’s difficult to understand him. I want to curse too as he circles his fingers around the bundle of nerves that feel like they were made just for him. He knows exactly how to touch me, how to make me beg for more. I must be insane. That’s the only conclusion I can come to as the monster in me urges me back, rocking my body into his cock.
Thorsen grunts, one hand digging into my hip while the other slowly tortures me. It feels like I’m going to explode, and I think I want to.
“You want to be fucked?” he whispers, leaning his body over mine. I can smell him. The spicy, masculine scent of his aftershave, and the sweetness of his breath. It’s an intoxicating combination, and I think something must be wrong with me because I shouldn’t enjoy any of this.
“Please.” The word leaves my lips like a prayer.
A feral sound bleeds from his lips, and he drags his cock from my warmth, only to feed it to me all over again. A shudder moves over me, and I melt into the bed when he does it again and again, building up a rhythm while his fingers play me like an instrument.
“Come, Ella.”
I barely hear him over the blood rushing in my ears. Everything has dulled to a pinpoint. I can’t see, I can’t hear, I can’t even tell if I’m breathing as the pressure reaches a breaking point I’m not sure I’ll survive. And then without warning, it happens. He slaps my pussy, and I scream as wave after wave rolls through me, gushing against his fingers and soaking him in the evidence of my body’s betrayal.
Another unidentifiable curse heaves from his lips as his fingers dig into my flesh, and he thrusts deep, stilling as his cock pulses inside me. Warmth leaks into my body, and I know he came in me, just as he said he would. For a few moments, neither of us moves. He’s still lodged inside me when his breath returns to normal, and he slowly relaxes his grip on my hip. But he doesn’t pull away. The hard cock I was so terrified of softens within me, and Thorsen’s come drips down my thighs.
Slowly, my heart returns to normal too, and the buzzing in my ears drifts away as I come back down to earth, accepting what still seems too surreal to believe.
The prince just fucked me.
In the ass.
17
Thorsen
Something hammers against my chest when I look down at Ella bent over with legs spread wide, and my dick still lodged into her tight ass. I should have pulled away, but I can’t admit to myself that her warmth is too appealing. Without consciously realizing it, my fingers graze her back. Massaging her. Touching her with a gentleness that she should never know. At least not from me.
My thoughts are at war when I stop, forcing myself into action as I remove her blindfold and pull my wet dick from her. I don’t owe her anything, and the next logical step would be to leave her here to look after herself. This was our agreement. I wanted nothing more than the relief her body could provide me. A release that has always felt mechanical, up until now.
When I brought her here, I wanted to cave in to my own selfish desires and consider nothing else. No expectations. No questions or doubts about her intentions. No forced conversations and pressures to be something I’m not. I thought it would be easy, but Ella is changing the game. Something nags at me, insisting there should be a balance. A small amount of give and take would be fair. But nothing about this situation is fair, and I knew that from the start. I took her, I coerced her, and now I’m going to use her. That won’t change. So, what difference would it make for me to give her anything other than my darkness?
Ella peeks at me over her shoulder, cheeks flushed and eyes bright with something I’ll never possess. But for now, it has to be enough that I can taste it in her. This light. This goodness.