Page 106 of Tricky Princess
“Good, keep doing that,” he encouraged.
Again, the air became heavy with her magic, and his own threatened to loosen as a smirk spread across her face. Ros braced his feet, forcing his shadows to hold tight. Her hair floated around her as electricity ran along her skin, around his shadows, and connected with him. He accepted the pain and pulled deep from his magic. She could last another minute; he had to fight.
“Harder,” he gritted out.
She obeyed, and her eyes glowed like her father’s for a moment. Ros roared at her to hold steady. Then Ellea blinked, and her eyes were back to normal. She tried turning her head to get a better look at him.
“Whoah,” she whispered.
“Keep going.” His voice came out harsh, and it shook him.
Ros didn’t recognize the tone. It was one of a beast buried deep within, and it shouldn’t be surfacing at a time like this. Looking down at his hands, his arms glowed with fire, and veins of ash cracked across his skin. Ellea took his distraction and easily freed herself from his shadows hold, floating gracefully to her feet. He tried to take calm breaths, but they came out in feral pants.
No, no, no.
Yes, yes, yes.
He couldn’t lose control, but the beast was excited, eyeing Ellea like she was a delicacy it couldn’t wait to taste. He couldn’t scare her after everything she’d been through the past few days. Ellea stepped toward him, and he turned away, trying to press it down.
So stupid, he scolded himself. How could he not realize the strength he would need, the side he would tap into, after she’d become so strong? His father had probably known this would happen.
“Ros…” She circled him, trying to get him in front of her. “Look at me.”
“No.” He turned away. “Give me a minute; I’ll make it go away.”
“I don’t want you to.” She lunged and grabbed him by the forearm.
His mind raced as he felt her skin on his burning flesh. He would have to call for a healer, they could heal the burns if they got there quick—
Burns?
He looked down at her hand. It was unmarked. She reached for him again, placing it over his heart. Her eyes flicked over his body, his bare chest; his power had burned away his clothes. When her eyes met his, they flashed with white-hot electricity as if her magic was answering his own. A wicked smirk spread across her beautiful face as she took in his horns.
“I wondered how big these would be.” She reached for him, pausing when he shied away. But she waited, looking at him again with so much wonder and acceptance in her eyes.
He couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe, as his soul was ripped open to her. Leaning down to her height, he held still as she wrapped a small hand around one of his horns. He shuddered; no one had ever touched them before. Slowly, she traced each ridge. Instead of disgust, her face held fascination and a bit of mischief. She grasped both of them by the base and dragged him to her for a searing kiss. It caught him so off guard, he almost didn’t realize he’d started to slip back into himself.
“Don’t make these disappear,” she said, holding on to them harder. “And don’t think for an instant I didn’t see that tail.”
He kissed her again, harder this time, needing her to not push this. There was only so much he could lay out there.
Small steps.
Ros ripped at her clothes, shredding them instantly as she kicked off her boots. With all her weight and strength, Ellea leaned down, her hands still gripping his horns, and threw him over her shoulder. Her small body tucked and rolled with him, and she landed with both legs on either side of his chest.
“Déjà vu?” she said with a smirk.
Ros gripped her hips as her scent wafted across his nose. He inhaled sharply, closing his eyes and remembering their first time in the woods.
“Yes,” he growled. “But now I get to do what I want with your sweet little pussy.”
“Is that right?” She gripped his horns tighter. “I think I’m the one with the reins.”
She had a direct line to his dick that bobbed in answer to her rough grasp. Curling in, she kissed him swiftly and then slid onto his face. He groaned at the first taste of her as she hovered above his mouth, but he wasn’t having any of that. He wanted to fight for air as he drowned in her. She let out the most delicious squeak as he gripped her ass with clawed hands and pressed her fully onto his face.
This was the way he wanted to die.
Strong thighs squeezed his head as he devoured every wet inch of her. They squeezed harder as his teeth lightly scraped at her clit. When he dove his tongue into her center, her legs spread beautifully, letting him in deeper. It was filthy and divine as her wetness flowed down his chin. His cock begged to be buried inside her heat as she softened around him. Her clit was swollen and needy as it rubbed against his nose. As though she could read his mind, she strengthened her hold and ground down on his face, chasing her sweet release.
