Page 49 of A Fierce Princess

I groan. That little bastard is in my room. I smirk, close my laptop, slide it in a drawer, and head downstairs.

It’s my father’s voice that stops me cold in the hallway. He’s in his chambers, but I can hear him through the door.

“That’s not acceptable!” he roars. I jump at the anger in his voice. “I’m not going to fucking calm down. My children could have been on board. I want answers, and I want them fucking yesterday. Do you hear me?”

It’s quiet for a long moment. “I’ll expect to hear from you within the hour,” he says, and I hear something slam. I jump again and scamper off toward my room. I’ve never heard my father that angry. Part of me, the brave part, wants to knock on his door and speak with him, but I know now that he has nothing to tell me yet.

I open the door to my chamber and walk in, expecting to see Logan. My sitting room is empty. I continue on and find my bedroom also empty. And then I hear water. I open the doors to my bathroom, and there in my giant jetted tub, is Logan. I grin and lean against the doorframe.

“Making ourselves at home, are we?” I ask him with a raised eyebrow.

“What happened to su casa es mi casa?” Logan asks.

“I don’t believe I ever said that,” I answer walking over toward the tub and sitting down on the edge of it. I glance down at his amazing body that I honestly didn’t spend much time exploring last night.

“I thought you might need a bath,” he says. “It’ll help…if you’re sore.”

Part of me wants to admit that I can still feel him between my legs, but a bigger part of me doesn’t want him to have that satisfaction.

“I suppose I could join you, seeing as how you have made good use of all my scented Dead Sea salts,” I muse as I strip off my clothes and slide down into the tub, opposite him. I sink down in the water and lean my head back against the pillow I have there. I know it’s only a matter of time before Shannon comes knocking on my door, wanting to update me and tell me about a thousand appointments I have once our quarantine ends.

“You probably shouldn’t be here,” I say to him with my eyes closed.

I feel his strong hand on my leg. He rubs gentle circles on my calf. The motion has me wanting him within seconds.

“Then, I’ll leave,” he says. I feel him move, and I place my legs over his.

“No need,” I say. I know he’s grinning before I even open my eyes.

His hand travels up to my thigh and begins to massage it. I groan as it feels so good.

“Enjoying that?” he asks.

“Very much, thank you,” I quip.

“Turn around, I’ll rub your back,” he offers. I can’t turn down a back massage, so I swivel in the water and lay my head on my bent knees, wrapping my arms around them. I feel his hands begin to massage my neck and shoulders. I sigh in contentment.

“You’re rather good at this,” I murmur.

“I aim to please,” he says, his breath hot against my ear. After a few minutes, he stops, and I groan.

“Come lie down,” he says. I open my eyes and turn to see him leaning back against the tub. I move toward him. “Nope, other way,” he corrects. I frown and he motions for me to turn so my back is against his chest. I sigh but comply with his request.

I settle myself between his legs. His arms come around mine, pulling me tightly against him. I can feel his erection dig into my backside. I squirm, and he hisses.

“Princess, careful, unless you want round two,” he says between gritted teeth.

“Who says I don’t want it?” I ask, looking up at him with a smirk.

He laughs. “You are a rebel, aren’t you?” he asks.

I shrug and grin. I trail my fingers along his arms and thighs. He remains still, letting me explore his body. Eventually, I turn and gaze at him. I tentatively run my hands over his pectoral muscles and then each indention of his six-pack. My wrist grazes his erection that is now protruding from the water. I hesitantly grasp it in my hand. He wraps his hand around mine and guides it up and down, showing me what he likes. His eyes become hooded, and I see his chest rising and falling faster. His pupils begin to dilate. I explore all of it, the vein running up it, the rim at the head of it, the sac below it. He waits patiently, allowing me to examine him.

“Sit on the edge of the tub,” he says to me after a few minutes. I give him a curious look but comply. He pushes my knees apart and settles himself between them, so his head is aligned with my core. I feel a little awkward until he moves closer and licks at my folds. I shudder. He looks up at me as he continues to lick and suck at my intimate parts. My eyelids become heavy, and I fight to keep them open, to watch him watch me as he brings me bliss that I didn’t know was possible. He slowly pushes a finger inside me as he sucks at my clit, and I shake with pleasure.

“Come back down here,” he says after a few long moments of ecstasy. I comply as he helps me back into the tub. He turns me around so I’m on my knees, my pussy is now pressed against a jet and it’s doing magical things. I feel his erection slowly ease into me. I groan as he goes deep inside me. I push back, and he thrusts forward as we find a rhythm. I hear my moans and gasps as he reaches around me and begins to circle my clit with two fingers. The sensation overload has me spiraling toward my release within seconds. I cry out as he keeps thrusting deep. He doesn’t stop moving until I sag over the edge of the tub. I feel him pull out of me gently. I turn to see him sitting against the tub.

“You’re in charge now,” he says, offering me a hand. I climb on top of him and slowly lower myself onto his thick cock. I’m sore but the feel of him stretching me is so exquisite that I don’t care. He places his hands on my waist and guides me up and down. I settle on a rhythm and lean forward to kiss him. His cock slides deeper inside me and I moan with pleasure.

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