Page 54 of Tricky Princess
She nodded into the bed, and the anger he’d had upon arriving at the gates of Hel began to slip. She was here, she was whole, and she was in a bed they would share. He grasped her hips, raising her to position her on her knees. Instead of welting her, he tasted her, slowly sliding his tongue through her wet center. She moaned into the bed, widening her legs to open for him.
Such a good girl.
His cock bobbed, already eager for another chance to be buried inside of her. He wanted to be naked, to have every inch of her against him. He cursed the uniform he wore to play prince. Twelve days without her warm skin bare to him, without hearing her moans or tasting her flesh. He would hold off for as long as he could; he had missed her so much. In this moment, he knew he would do everything in his power to hold on to her for as long as possible.
“Gods, I’ve missed your sweet taste,” he said before licking from her clit to her ass. “I can see everything from this angle.”
Her pleas were muffled by the thick blanket she clung to, and he groaned at the sight of her. Slowly, he teased her with his finger, stroking. “What do you want, princess?
“More,” she said, finally freeing herself from the blankets. “I need to come again, please.”
“Don’t worry,” he said, inserting a finger and going for that magical spot that had her flattening against the bed. “You’ll get what you want. You always do.”
He teased and stroked, bringing her to the edge, and when she fluttered, he replaced his fingers with his tongue, causing her to curse and buck. She would get what she wanted, but when he decided it was time. When he did it again, she let out a feral growl, and he worried she would curse his cock if he didn’t let her come.
He turned her over, chuckling at her face, blushed with frustration. He stripped off the rest of his clothes. He was still leaking and oh so ready to finish inside of her, to watch himself spill from her. He took a moment, greedily taking her in: flushed, sweaty, and dripping.
“Needy little witch,” he said. “Needy for my demon dick to be buried inside you again.”
Ellea nodded fervently, and he slowly crawled up her body, trailing kisses and bites across her skin. His sharp teeth left tiny red lines that only made her squirm more. Her skin tasted like power, electric and soft. She mumbled curses, telling him he was taking too long, but he quickly covered her mouth with his and slid into her.
He tasted his own blood as she bit at his lip, and she smiled at the shock on his face. Gripping her shoulders, he drove into her, pressing her so hard into the mattress he wondered if it would be dented with the shape of her body.
“Fuck.” The word vibrated through him.
“Yes,” she sighed back, glowing sparks dancing behind her eyes.
He held her gaze through each slow thrust. Before was hard and fast; this would take time. He would make her beg, make her power come out and play a little. He wanted to feel every inch, every touch. He wanted to be consumed by her so he didn’t know his name, didn’t remember all he did to get here. Get to her. His Ellea, his powerful and fiery witch. Realizing how much she meant to him, how it had snuck up, had his balls tightening again, that shiver of release crawling up his thighs.
Ellea dug her heels into his ass, urging him deeper, harder. She was so close, and when he felt her power, a zap from her whole body, he came harder than he had ever come before.
Roaring into her neck as his release shot from him, he couldn’t help but bury his teeth in her. When her sweet blood splashed in his mouth, he felt her clench around him, finding her own release from the sting of his bite. He would ponder that later, how much she could take. He knew, deep in his gut, that she was made for him. His pumps slowed and then stopped as panting replaced their moans. Their bodies were slick and heated, in desperate need of a shower and sleep. Ros wrapped Ellea’s limp arms around his neck. Still buried inside her, he walked them both to the bathroom, needing to clean the beautiful mess they both made.
Ros watched Ellea from the bathroom door as she toyed with her wet hair, eyes sated and sleepy as she looked out the window. He never wanted to be apart from her ever again, but he couldn’t make that promise to himself or her. The world was too wicked, and it punished men like him. So he would enjoy this, enjoy her, as much as he could.
They would talk tomorrow about all that happened these two weeks, about what was to come and what needed to be done. He walked to the bed and yanked her to a supine position by her ankles. She giggled sleepily, but her eyes turned shocked as he crawled up her body, kissing her softly on the lips before laying his head on her chest and wrapping his arm under her. He fell asleep wrapped around her, listening to her heart as she toyed with his wet hair.
21
Ellea
Two doors slammed open in the distance, jerking Ellea awake. It was light out, which meant she’d actually slept through the night—and missed training with Florence. She attempted to scramble out of bed, but was quickly stopped by two large and warm arms.
Rosier.
She melted back into him, turning to breathe in his scent. Earthy embers and bergamot. His strong body was hot and hard under her hands. She stroked every inch available to her until his cock stirred against her bare thigh. It would be so easy to wake him with her mouth wrapped around him, to repay him for all the torture the night before. He had made it up to her with gentle kisses and caresses as he cleaned her in the shower. She’d tried talking to him before sleep took them both, but she didn’t know which one of them had fallen asleep first. Talking would come, but first she could play—
“None of that,” a gruff voice called from the edge of the bed.
Ellea yelped as Ros was yanked roughly from her, sliding off the bed. Sleepily, he scrambled to grab anything, the blanket, a pillow, even Ellea’s ankle. Nothing saved him, and he thudded to the floor, a pained grunt escaping his mouth. She hadn’t noticed Duhne entering their room.
“What the fuck?” Ros yelled with a voice horse with sleep. Duhne didn’t even acknowledge him, only continued to drag him out of the room, past her torn clothing, and through the open doors, still naked.
Ellea couldn’t help but giggle as Ros’ angry face disappeared. He looked adorable with his hair a mess and face puffy with sleep. She couldn’t believe he had a tattoo, let alone two. That was another story that needed to be discussed. In the shower, she had traced the intricate lines with her fingers, her mouth. He had shivered under the touch. And she’d laughed so hard at the wolf one that Ros had blushed. Florence entered the room, her head turned away to watch the hilarious encounter. She leaned against the door and smirked wickedly at Ellea, who was naked in bed, looking as disheveled as Ros.
“I was ordered by the king to let you two sleep in,” she said, eyeing the ripped dress. “I really liked that one.”
“I saved the shoes,” Ellea offered. Florence only shrugged and walked to the end of the bed. “I’m sorry I missed last night; hope you weren’t too bored without my amazing company.”
