Page 36 of Princess

“You think they’re all right in the bunker?” I ask into the darkness after we’ve settled back into the bed.

“Yes. I think they’re fine. Better off than us for now.”

“But they don’t have provisions to be down there for a long time. We need to get rid of that Wolf Pack.”

“So we will. We’ll figure out something to do before they run out of food. They still have the hydroponic garden and the rest of our stock stuff. They’ve got plenty of time.”

“Okay. Good.”

“I’ll keep you safe until we can get back to them again.”

“I know you will.” I move against him. He feels even hotter and warmer than he was before. I like how his bare skin feels against mine. His chest hair brushes against my cheek. I kiss just beside his left nipple.

His hand was stroking my hair, but now it moves down to my back. He rubs in slow circles over my tank top before he moves even lower to cup the soft flesh between my bottom and the back of my thigh.

I trail a hand down to feel the front of his underwear. He’s starting to get hard. He gives a quick, ragged breath as I stroke him.

I try to think of something to say to make what’s happening seem normal, natural, but there’s nothing. I have no idea why I want to do this right now. I’m not even feeling all that sexy.

Just needy.

So needy.

And something in him can answer that need.

I stretch up to nuzzle at the crook of his neck. His thick bristles scratch my skin. His hand is getting more presumptuous. It’s playing at the edges of my panties.

“Grant, please,” I breathe when he only teases. I’m squirming. Can’t seem to help it.

“You sure?”

“Yes. Please.” The last word comes out as an extended hiss.

He makes a throaty sound and pushes me over onto my back. He drags up my top so he can get his mouth on one of my breasts. I gasp as he tugs with his lips at the nipple.

It’s dead silent and very dark. I can’t see him above me, but it doesn’t seem to matter. He gives my breasts some rough attention and yanks my panties down all the way.

Then he slides two fingers inside me and fucks me with them, lowering his mouth back to my breast. The dual sensations tug on the same cord deep at my core. I whimper and gasp and try to ride his hand as an orgasm builds quickly.

It breaks before I’m prepared for it, and I make a loud sobbing sound that cuts through the silence.

He keeps pumping as my inner muscles contract around his fingers. He rubs his face against mine, muttering, “Good girl. So good. Come for me just like that.”

He pants hotly against my neck and shoulder as my body slowly relaxes. His fingers are still curled inside me.

When I’m completely still and my breathing has evened out, he kisses my shoulder. Then the side of my jaw. Then the corner of my mouth. “You want more, princess?”

“Yeah.” I’m strangely embarrassed by the admission. I had a terrible afternoon. I shouldn’t be wanting sex like this right now. But my pussy tightens around his fingers as I speak, and I know he’ll be able to feel it.

“Tell me again.”

“I want more.” Once again, my pussy clamps down around his fingers in excitement as I admit the truth.

He shifts positions and his fingers slide out.

I whimper. “Please.”

“Part your legs more for me. And hold on to your knees.”

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