Page 40 of The Call of Crimson
His pulse flutters against the edge of my blade, steady and unbothered. “I have no doubt you could, little demon. But you won’t.”
I press the blade harder, watching the blood trickle down his throat. “And why is that?”
“Because I know you better than you want to admit,” he says confidently. In a move I wasn’t expecting, he seizes my wrist, spinning me around and pulling me into his lap. I land straddling his thighs, heart thundering in my chest.
“You don’t want to admit that your feelings for me haven’t changed. There’s betrayal and hurt layered over them that you’re holding onto so tightly, but underneath it, you still want me. You crave me.”
“If I crave you, it’s only that I crave what you can do to me physically. You have no right to my emotions.”
“I can smell it on you, you know. How much you desire me. If I were to slip my hand,” his voice trails off as he reaches a hand to the front of my leathers. “I know what I would find.”
My core clenches around nothing at his words. “You might know my body, but anyone can figure that out. You aren’t the only one capable of arousing me.”
“But I will be the only one to satiate that arousal,” he snarls low in my ear.
I shouldn’t be excited by that, but I am.
“I decide who touches me,” I growl.
He chuckles, but it’s menacing. “Test me on this, I dare you.”
“I fucking hate you,” I whisper.
One of his hands plunges beneath my leathers, swiping through the wetness dripping down my thighs. “Liar.”
He lifts me from his lap just enough to tug down my pants, leaving them pooled around my ankles. I hear him unbutton his own, letting his throbbing cock spring free.
“Sit,” he demands, pulling my hips back so I’m hovering just above him.
“Don’t tell me what to do.”
He just chuckles that same low, menacing sound before burying himself to the hilt in one hard stroke.
“Fuck,” I moan. “I so fucking hate you.”
“Let me feel your hate, Princess.” He keeps one hand on my hip while the other wraps around my throat, squeezing just enough to heighten my arousal without cutting off airflow.
I’m panting from how full I feel in this position. Taking him without any warmup was a feat in itself, but at this angle, it was almost too much. I rock my hips, urging the muscles to relax around him.
He thrusts up into me, and I nearly cry from the sensation. His cock perfectly hits that magical spot deep inside me with every thrust. With his hand still on my hip, he urges me to keep moving.
When I set a steady rhythm, he groans low and whispers, “Gods, Princess. You’re gripping my cock so hard. Your hate feels so divine.”
With each roll of my hips, he hits that spot that makes me see stars. I whimper, feeling my orgasm build.
I hear voices outside the carriage. They’re muffled, but I catch snippets of different people welcoming the prince home. “We’re close, Aurelius.”
“I’m not done with you yet,” he grunts, taking his hand from my throat and gripping my other hip. “They can wait.”
He stops my hips from rolling and lifts me, slamming me back down on him with force.
I whisper his name as he repeats this motion over and over. He pauses for just a moment as he runs his left hand through my pussy, gathering the wetness pooled there. A moment later, I feel his finger massage the tight puckered hole of my ass before it slips in.
I thought this would be painful, but I was so wrong. There’s a slight burn, but it quickly disappears as he works in and out, fucking my ass with his finger while his cock fills my pussy. His movements are filled with possession so overwhelming, I can’t help but shudder.
Once I’m thoroughly acclimated, he resumes his thrusts, bouncing me on his lap as he fucks both my holes. It’s simultaneously too much and not enough.
He pounds into me at a punishing pace that has me mewling. “Please. Fuck, I need more.”
