Page 69 of The Forsaken Heir
She spread her legs even farther apart and slid a finger over her clit. Her mouth dropped open, and she looked at me under hooded lids.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” she whispered.
I muttered a curse as I grabbed my thighs and plunged into her. Fuck, she felt like paradise. Her slick heat enveloped the full length and girth of me.
“Jesus Christ,” Elle cried as I filled her.
This woman meant something to me. What I felt for her was so deep and emotional I couldn’t even begin to describe it. There was no space in my brain to think about it at that very moment, but the thought wedged itself in my mind as I thrust into her.
I grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head as I buried myself deep inside her. With each thrust, she let out a whimper of delight, which soon became an open-mouthed silent scream as she came again, her pussy clenching around my cock.
“That’s right,” I whispered as I ran my tongue along her throat. “Take it. Come for me, baby. Come like the good girl I know you are.”
Sweat beaded on her face, and her hair clung to her cheeks and forehead. Her eyes were filled with the same desperate hunger that coursed through me, and she lifted her hips to meet me thrust for thrust. I gazed down at her, completely in awe of her beauty.
“Aurelius, please. Fuck me.”
And so I did. Releasing her hands, I rose up and put her legs on my shoulders, allowing me to plunge even deeper into her with each thrust. We were drunk on each other, high on erotic desire and pent-up frustrations. I wasn’t sure eitherof us would have reacted as animalistically were it not for what had transpired at the gala. Now, all we could do was ride it out and come out the other side exhausted and satisfied.
Hugging her thighs, I rode her, my gaze transfixed on the sway of her breasts with every movement. God, was there a more beautiful woman in the world than Brielle Laurent? I doubted it. Her hair splayed around her head like a halo, her eyes never mine. With the flush on her chest and face and the hitch in hervoice as she cried out in pleasure, I could have sworn she was an angel come to life right out of my dreams. Her pussy massaged my cock, and the pleasure I was getting out of her body nearly drove me wild.
Elle grabbed one of my hands and placed it on her throat.
I grinned at her. “It’s like that, is it?” I asked and squeezed gently.
She nodded, her eyes wild with ecstasy. “I’m gonna come again.”
“That’s right, baby.” I smiled with self-satisfaction as her body shuddered violently, and her face went red from the pressure I was putting on her throat.
I was always aggressive in bed. It intimidated or scared the dragons and a few human women I’d been with. The high-born dragon women thought I was a bit of a freak. I’d tried for years to suppress it for years. I’d assumed, as the crown prince, I shouldn’t indulge in my more baser fantasies. But Elle basked in it, drawing more from me.
I pulled out of her and rolled her onto her stomach. Spreading her ass cheeks apart, I guided myself back into her. Elle pressed her face into the sheets and let out a muffled cry. I pounded into her, our skin slapping together. The solid wood bedframe creaked as I lost myself in her.
“Smack my ass,” she whimpered.
Obligingly, I let my hand fall to her right butt cheek with a loudcrack.
“Oh god!Again.”
Crack.
“More!”
Crack-crack-crack.
Soon, her ass was a fiery red, my fingerprints standing out in stark contrast against the milky white skin around it. My own orgasm was rapidly approaching, surging forward, sending powerful spasms along my shaft and balls.
“I’m gonna come soon,” I panted. “Can I?—”
“Come in me,” she moaned as another orgasm tore through her. “Come inside me. I want to feel it.”
“Fuck!” I cried out. Her words, herdemand, sent me over the edge.
Pulsing waves of ecstasy nearly shattered my mind. Digging my fingers into her shoulders, I pulled her onto my cock as my cum spilled inside her with such a force it nearly blinded me. In those few blissful seconds of my release, I realized I’d never felt so accepted or free. I could get addicted to this woman.
I collapsed onto her, my chest sliding over her back. I kissed her cheek and pressed my lips to her ear.
“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you?”
