Page 49 of Princess Claimed

Chapter

Twenty-Two

Ana

I’m boneless, sinking into the mattress in my bedroom. I can’t move, after what must be hours of sex at this point, perhaps days. And yet, I know that the merest touch from Phil, the slightest indication that he’s up for another round, and I’ll be ready to start all over again.

Since our first, near-violent act, where spite transformed into passion, we’ve had sex in pretty much every position, and on every piece of furniture in the brothers’ quarters. I honestly could not count the times or name the places, but at some point, Phil told me he’d never actually had sex in a bed, so I led him in here. And that experiment has paid off, big time.

The multiple times we’ve made love in my bed have not only been mind-blowing, they’ve been the most tender, the most intimate, and my body is still quivering from dozens of earth-shaking orgasms—all just since we came in here. At this point he’s come inside me so many times, his essence, no, Phil himself, is literally part of me.

Propping himself up on his elbow he looks into my eyes. “Okay if I get serious for a sec?”

“Are you saying the last, what, few dozen times have not been serious?” I grin, knowing he means something else.

“Oh, baby.” His hand strokes my inner thigh. “When it comes to fucking you, I am always very, very serious.” He winks, but then his expression turns pensive again. Pensive Phil is new. Clearly there are parts of him I’ve yet to discover. His brow furrows.

“What is it?” I slide my palm over one of the massive discs comprising his chest. “What do you want to get serious about?”

“This.” His hand slides up to cup my sex. “I seriously want to fuck your brains out.”

Shaking my head, I drop my hand to rest over his, now pressing firmly against my sex and driving me mad with need. He’s trying to change the subject.

“You’re worried about something,” I say softly. “What’s on your mind?”

Sucking in a sharp breath, Phil closes his eyes. “Earlier tonight…” He shakes his head. “After we fucked the first time… A lifetime ago.”

I nod, encouraging him to continue, as a warm smile rushes through me. Clearly, we’ve both entered a warp in the time/space continuum. I’m honestly not sure how many hours have passed since we returned from that charity ball.

“Back then,” he says. “After the first time, or first few times?” He scratches his head. “I asked, ‘What have you done to me?’”

My body tenses. I think he was still angry when he posed that question. Accusatory. Full of rage. I don’t want him to return to that mood, but I do think we should talk about whatever’s on his mind.

“What did you mean by it?” I ask softly. “I mean, I do know at least one thing I do to you.” Mischief takes over, and I rub up against him, marveling at how hard he is again, or still. Either the brothers are exceptional, or I had some misconceptions about erections, because these four seem to have them all the time.

“Oh, baby.” Still cupping my sex, Phil’s middle finger flicks through my folds. “You can do that without even trying.”

I moan, softly. “And you make me wet with barely a look.”

“Is that all it takes?” He grins, and then his finger strokes with more purpose, pausing over my entrance each time. “Guess I don’t need to bother will all this, then.”

He pulls his hand away, but I press it back down. “Don’t you dare.”

He growls, deep in his chest, and a thought flashes through me like fire. Earlier, Phil gave me orders. I wonder if he’d like to be bossed around.

But I can’t keep distracting him—or myself—with sex. We need to talk.

“I interrupted you.” I stroke his freckle splattered cheekbone and trace my palm over the reappearing stubble on his chin. “What did you mean when you asked what I’d done to you?”

Inhaling a deep breath, he looks away for a moment.

“I can’t explain.” He shakes his head. “I’m shit with words. Even worse with feelings.”

“You’re doing fine with both.” I smile softly. “Would it help if we closed our eyes while you tell me?”

Tipping his head to the side, he shrugs.

I turn, so my back is facing him, and he curls his huge body around mine. His quickly beating heart pounds against my back, dividing my shoulder blades, and then one of his heavy legs drapes over my hip.

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