Page 64 of A Fierce Princess

“I need you,” he whispers and then presses his mouth against mine. I sigh with contentment, and climb over onto his lap, straddling him as he deepens the kiss, his hands cupping the sides of my face and tilting it to allow him more access. I moan as his tongue slides against mine. I start to work on the buttons on his shirt, sliding it down his arms, and letting it fall to the floor.

I run my hands over his chest, feeling his muscles flex as I do so. I trail my fingers down his well-sculpted abdominals until I reach the waistband of his jeans. I can feel his steel-hard erection beneath my palm, and he groans in my mouth and pushes against my hand. I unbutton his jeans and free his cock, which bounces up into my hand. He sighs as I wrap my fingers around him, feeling his hard length.

I stand and shimmy out of my leggings and toss my sweater on the ground. I stand in front of Logan in just my bra and underwear. Logan looks down at my body, running his finger across the swell of my breasts, and then down my side. He grasps my hips and pulls me back against him as he kisses me once again.

I feel his hands teasing me against my panties. I feel the fabric of them getting wetter as my desire grows. He takes his time kissing a path down my jaw and neck before pushing the cups of my bra down so that he can feast on my breasts. And feast he does. He’s like a man starving in a desert as he nips and sucks at me. I push against him, my need growing with each flick of his tongue.

I reach for my panties, becoming impatient. His hands stop me.

“Not yet,” he says breathily. He unhooks my bra and lets it fall to the floor. There’s something naughty and exciting about being naked in the kitchen, where anyone could walk in on us.

He lifts me up onto the counter and pushes me down. The cold marble leaves goose bumps on my skin as he slowly peels my panties down my legs and lets them fall on the floor. His hands knead the muscle above each knee as he slowly pushes my legs apart. He lets his underwear and jeans fall to the floor as he stands before me, gazing at my flesh.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he says as he strokes a hand up my thigh and runs a single finger between the lips of my sex. I shudder under his gentle touch.

I grind against his finger, wanting more of his touch. He slides his finger inside me, and I thrust against it.

“Shit, you’re so wet, Anna,” he murmurs against my neck as he sucks on my skin. His thumb grazes my clit, and I quiver.

I sit up and reach out and wrap my hands around his cock. He pushes against my grip, each of us fucking the other’s hand. He pulls back and looks at me with hooded eyes, filled with such desire I squirm with need.

“Not yet,” he says again as he bends down and parts my sex with his fingers, running his tongue over my folds and then sucking on my clit as he pushes two fingers back inside me. I grip his shoulders and shamelessly grind against his face. I’m so close, and I need to let go.

“Let go,” he murmurs against my sex, as though he’s reading my fucking mind. His fingers bend inside me and rub against some deep spot that sends me plummeting off a cliff of ecstasy. A silent cry on my lips is all I can manage to do as my body shakes violently from my release. He laps at me, tasting everything spilling from my body. When he pulls back, his face is wet, and he leans down and kisses me, letting me taste myself. I’m not sure why but it makes me need him even more. It feels dirty and wrong and yet so right at the same time.

I’m too lost in our kiss to feel him line up with my entrance, it’s only when he plunges inside me on one long thrust that I throw my head back and let out a cry, which he quickly stifles with his hand. Our movements become frenzied and messy as our hands move over each other’s bodies, and we push harder against each other. I want him deeper, and as though sensing it, he pulls my legs up and over his shoulders, his cock reaching new depths inside me.

It’s just enough to make me come even harder than before as he bucks against me in a wild frenzy of need. I grip the countertop to keep from sliding across it from the force of his movements. As I start to come back down from my sensory high, I feel him thrust one last time and spill his seed deep inside me on a long groan.

He collapses on me and nuzzles my neck. I’m thoughtless, weightless, and completely content as I feel his weight on me. As my mind starts to fire back to life, I’m suddenly hyperaware of just how life-altering today has been for Logan. I knew, but the depth of the events hit me harder as we lie there naked and panting. I can’t imagine finding out my whole life was a lie, that my father was a king, that I was royalty. I don’t know any different, but Logan’s world is altered forever. He won’t be able to go back to his old life. A profound sadness comes over me. I’m grieving his past life for him and a tear escapes my eye.

Logan’s up on his elbows as the single drop runs over my cheek and onto his.

“What’s wrong, Anna? Did I hurt you?” he asks, concern etched on his face.

I shake my head. “You can’t go back,” I whisper, my voice laced with emotion.

“Back to what?” he asks me.

“To your life,” I reply. He stands up, his cock slipping from my body. I sit up so that we are nearly face-to-face. I see the recognition in his eyes at my words.

“I know,” he says softly. “I know.”

“It’s all my fault,” I say. “I should have just contacted the police. I can’t get over it. I can’t stop thinking that this is all my fault. I can’t—”

Logan’s hand covers my mouth, and I abruptly stop speaking.

“Stop. Just stop, Anna. You have to stop blaming yourself. You did nothing wrong. Yes, you were a bit impulsive in how you went about saving me, but your heart was in the right place. Your heart is so big. I see how you care for your father, your brothers, everyone. You don’t even see it. You want everyone to be alright. But what about you? What do you want?” Logan asks.

His words, his questions, have my head spinning.

“I…don’t know,” I admit. “I…it’s different for me. I don’t have choices.” The weight I’ve been keeping away from me now presses down on my shoulders.

Logan’s hand forces my head up, and I look into his eyes.

“You have choices. What do you want?” he asks again.

I sigh. “I…want to be free to do what I want, when I want. But I also want to make a difference. A small part of me wants to be like my mother, make the world a better place. But a bigger part of me remembers how much that cost her, her freedom, her ability to be herself. I don’t want those things. The week on the boat was…so perfect. I could just be me, Anna. Not Princess Susanna. Not Her Royal Highness. Not a public figure, but just me. I haven’t had that in a very, very long time. That’s why I’m so sad for you. You’ve had that your whole life until right now. You have no idea about the pressures of putting duty before self. It’s suffocating at times. It’s unbearable at times. But mostly, it’s an albatross around your neck that won’t ever go away,” I say, looking at him as I bare my soul.

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