Page 35 of Princess of Thieves

My world explodes in a haze of bright colors, and a sharp, keening sound pierces the air. LJ slams me to him as I convulseand clench and shudder, an electric line of sensation shooting from my throbbing scalp to my aching clit, and my entire body feels alive, shot through with pleasure.

And just as I begin to drift back down, his hand tightens at my hair once more.

“Again.”

He pulls. Hard.

“Ah!” I wince this time, the pain real, sharp.

But not enough to kill the heat inside me.

“You heard me.” His voice drops lower, harsher. “Come for me again. I won’t be ready to come until you pull me deep into that sweet little pussy one more time.”

I shake my head, the motion cut short by his grip on my hair.

“No,” I gasp. “I-I can’t.”

“Wrong.” The hand that’s still on my hip shifts, the vice grip dropped, and moves to stroke my clit, and this time I can’t contain the sharp cry.

“Please.” I don’t know if I’m begging him to stop or not. “Oh god, please...”

“You can and you will,” he tells me, and now his hand on my hip is gliding, smoothing, almost caressing the wet heat at my center. “Come for me, Princess. Let me feel you.” His voice is a low growl, almost hypnotic, and his fingers are relentless. “Because I can’t be patient much longer.”

“Oh...f-fuck...” It’s all I can manage. I’m shaking again, vibrating against him, the sensation so intense that I’m sure he’ll stop, that I’m going to give out somehow. But somehow I can’t.

“Come for me.” A soft murmur against my skin, and now his lips are at my neck, his beard scraping against the skin there, and I’m shivering all over again, the combination of sensation and pain and searing urgency making me dizzy, drunk. “I’ve got you, Princess.”

That’s all I need. I break, the tension inside me shattering and cascading like glass, and the scream is ripped from my throat as I come, hard, so hard that everything is blurred, and I’m shaking so violently that I’m afraid he’ll let me fall.

But he won’t.

His hand tugs, and my neck arches, and I feel him pump into me once, twice, three times. A raw, rumbling moan echoes through the room as his cock pulses deep and hard, his warmth flooding me.

We stay like this, frozen in the moment, our breathing harsh and jagged, until finally, he pulls out and releases his hold on my hair.

My arms tremble as I sink onto the mattress, the sheets cool against my overheated skin, and LJ slides onto the bed next to me, gathering me in his arms and stroking my back, murmuring soft sounds against the top of my head.

Seconds pass, maybe minutes. Slowly, gently, LJ extracts himself from me, smooths me back onto the pillows.

Kisses my temple. And turns out the light.

I sink easily toward sleep, spent and tender and dazed. But even as I do, one thought shines clear.

There’s no going back now.

Chapter Ten

Iwake up wrapped in LJ’s arms and absolutely starving. At first, in the haze of just coming to consciousness, I’m not sure where I am, but the pressure of his protective arm around me quickly grounds me. I shift, feeling my stomach growl as I roll over to face him.

He’s still asleep—eyes shut, hair loose over the pillow—and I realize that this is the closest and most intimate view I’ve ever gotten of him. He doesn’t look peaceful when he’s asleep, exactly. He still seems focused somehow, even though he’s not conscious. But still, there’s something personal about this.

And then, because I am a slave to intrusive thoughts, apparently, I boop him on the nose.

His eyes flutter open. “What the hell?” he growls, his voice still thick with sleep.

I laugh softly, feeling a little unhinged. Maybe it’s the low blood sugar, maybe it’s the ridiculous 24 hours that preceded this moment, but I’m absolutely loopy.

“Sorry,” I say. “Had to. It was like Mount Everest. It was there.”

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