Page 72 of The Assassin's Dancer
“Relax, Princess,” he murmurs. “I’ll be gentle. Just trust me.”
I shudder as his tip circles my entrance, and Kaz groans.
“Lie back down,” he orders.
I shouldn’t. This is my last chance to tell him no. Last chance to leave here with my virtue intact and return to the palace like the ‘fragile, virgin princess’ I am.
But maybe, just for one night, I don’t want to beherany more.
Swallowing, I sink into his bedsheets.
“You’re so beautiful, Amaryllis.” Kaz watches me through darkened eyes. I moan as he nudges my entrance. “And now you’re mine forever.”
His cock thrusts into me.
I scream.Stars, it hurts!What have I done? I never should’ve agreed to this, never should’ve come in here.
Tears blur my vision as I gasp, pushing up from the sheets.
“Shh, Ruby, relax.” A hand on my shoulder blocks my escape. His lips press against mine and any pain is washed away by a wave of warm tingles.
“That’s it, Ruby,” he pants. Smothering my gasps with his lips, he drives into me, long and slow, filling me all the way to the hilt. “Take it. Take all of me. You’re doing so well, such a good girl.”
A loud moan tears from my throat. He drags himself out, then quickens his pace, slamming his hips against mine over and over again. With each thrust the lingering pain fades, slowly being replaced by a deep satisfaction.
My thighs clench. Stars close in on my vision.
I didn’t know how much I needed this until now.
I feel myself melting away, desperately trying to cling on to any sense of reality as I dig my nails into his back.
“So. Fucking. Good.” Kasimir punctuates each word with another slam of his hips. I can barely breathe through the moans in my throat. I don’t know what spell he’s put me under, but I’m no longer a princess. Just a toe-curling mess of screams and moans.
“Kasimir!” I yelp, throwing my head back. His hands find mine, entwining our fingers together.
Everything else melts away. All I can feel is him inside me, dragging his thick cock along my clenching walls.
I yelp. But I barely hear it over the pleasure roaring through my veins. My eyes flutter shut as an orgasm rolls over me.
I needed this. I needed him more than I needed to breathe.
Kaz grips my wrists, holding me in place until he pulls away. Beside me, I hear fabric fluttering past my face, landing softly on the sheets.
But when I open my eyes, my lips part.
His shirt is gone, but it’s not his exposed chest that first catches my attention. Nor is it the deep V of his lower torso, leading to his cock still buried inside me.
It’s his dagger, sliding between my breasts as he drags it towards my belly button.
“Kasimir?” I stammer. “What are you?—”
“Shh.” He slides the blunt face of the blade further down my body.
It doesn’t hurt. He’s not breaking my skin. But the fear that he might makes my body shudder in anticipation.
When the blade dips past my belly button he begins to thrust inside of me again.
“Fuck,” he growls as I moan.
