Page 46 of A Fierce Princess

He repeats the motion with my other nipple. I feel on fire. I’m so hot that I feel sweat forming on my body. His finger lazily trails down my inner thigh as he continues to suckle at my breasts. I squirm as he traces the crease of my sex, parting it slowly with one single finger.

He groans against my nipple when he finds my wetness. His finger slides along my damp folds, and I thrust against it, seeking the relief I need. He circles my clit once, twice, before slowly making his way down to my entrance. His finger cautiously glides inside.

“Jesus, Anna, you’re so tight,” he murmurs against my skin.

I know I need to tell him, but fear or pride or some combination of the two has the words frozen in my throat. He gradually adds a second finger as he explores me from the inside out. I can feel my tight skin stretch to accommodate both his fingers, and I wonder what it will be like when he takes me for the first time, for my first time. I stop thinking and start feeling. My eyes slam shut, and I grind against his hand. I feel myself inching toward a precipice. He pulls back for a moment as he lifts his shirt off, then he’s back, kissing me, hard. The sound of his zipper being pulled down and the feel of him wriggling out of his pants and underwear are but background noise to the sensations he’s creating between my thighs.

Just when I don’t think I can take it another second, I feel him there. The tip of his erection lodges at my entrance as his thumb comes up to lazily circle my clit. He lies down over me, and through my hooded eyes, I watch him watching our bodies as he slowly sinks inside me. I see him groan.

I know when he realizes what I haven’t told him because I can feel his cock hit a barrier inside me, a part of me that is keeping him from going deeper. I close my eyes, take a breath, and with my legs wrapped around his waist, I thrust hard against him, essentially taking my own virginity.

The sting is quick and sends a small cry of pain from my lips. Logan is frozen, not moving, his eyes wide when I lift my gaze to meet him.

“Anna…” He trails off, unsure of what to say. I see him glance down, clearly seeing the evidence of my virginity on his cock. He looks back at me. “Why didn’t you…you should have told me,” he says quietly.

I squeeze my eyes shut, partly to block my embarrassment and partly to give myself a moment to adjust to the invasion of my no-longer-virgin body.

I feel him lifting me and moving us up farther onto the bed, so my legs no longer hang off the side. He keeps his hard-as-steel cock buried inside me as he leans down and kisses me gently.

“Are you OK?” he asks. His body is tense as he tries not to move a single muscle, as though in fear of hurting me more.

I open my eyes to look at him. I wiggle a little. It’s still stinging a bit, but the pain is gone.

“I’m fine,” I say as I slowly move my body, encouraging him to continue.

“I didn’t know. I wouldn’t have…” He trails off as he stares at me.

“I know. I’m sorry, I should have…I didn’t know how to tell you,” I admit. I feel the color rise in my cheeks.

He lifts his hand and caresses my face, kissing me again before he starts to move. The friction of his cock pulling out of me and then slowly sinking back in is divine.

“Tell me if I’m hurting you,” he says.

I nod and pull his face back down toward mine, so I can kiss him. His thrusts become a little harder as I lift against him, encouraging him to take more, to take what he needs. I feel myself build toward that precipice again. I scrunch my eyes closed and focus all my energy on feeling the movement of him inside me. He reaches behind my legs and pushes them up and over his shoulders, and then he reaches under me and grabs my ass cheeks, forcing me against him. I groan as his cock slides deeper.

“Is that OK? Am I hurting you?” he asks. I shake my head as I acclimate to him. He searches my eyes once more before I feel him move against a part of me that is so sensitive that, with each slide of his skin against mine, I climb higher and higher. When he reaches between us with one hand and runs his thumb over my clit in small circles, pushing my wetness around, I explode, falling over the edge into a weightless darkness, the likes of which I’ve never known.

In my post-climax haze, I can feel his thrusts getting more uneven, his cock swelling, and then he lets out a loud groan as I feel the heat of his release spread inside of me. He pulls all the way out and pushes back into my pulsing channel twice more, before falling on top of me, bracing his weight on his elbows, his breath hot against my neck.

Chapter 20

“You should have told me,” he murmurs.

I open my eyes to find his penetrating stare. I blush. “I…” I can’t think of one single thing to say. My body is more relaxed than it’s ever been. I feel him slowly pull out of me, and I grimace slightly. I look down to see his cock tinged with my blood. I feel my cheeks heat even more.

His finger goes under my chin and pushes my face up to look at him again.

“Are you OK?” he asks.

I nod. “A little sore, but I’m fine,” I admit.

“Damn it, Anna. Had I known…I would have taken my time,” he says in a low, gravelly voice.

“I didn’t want you to take your time, Logan,” I say. I reach up and touch his jaw. I let out a laugh because I don’t know what else to do.

“It’s not like I was saving myself for my betrothed or something,” I say to him. “This isn’t the Middle Ages. I just…being me is…isolating,” I stumble, trying to find the right words.

“What do you mean, exactly?” he asks, still hovering over me.

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