Page 108 of I'm sorry, Princess
Her eyes flick to mine, lips parting, hesitant. She’s waiting for me to do something. To say something.
Instead, I reach for the shampoo, lathering it between my hands before running my fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp, slow and deliberate.
I have no fucking clue what I’m doing, but she melts into my touch like I’m the only thing keeping her from falling apart.
I want her to smell like me.
I want her to carry my mark.
I want to run through her veins.
I want to be her everything.
She tilts her face up to me, her eyes locked on mine, and then she moves. Slowly. Cautiously. Her fingers graze my jaw, her touch light but fuck, it’s like fire on my skin. And then her lips, soft, hesitant, press against mine, and I let her take it.
I let her own this kiss, because right now, if I take over, I’ll fucking ruin her.
I let her taste me. Let her claim me. Let her explore me because if I lose control, I’ll devour her.
And I want to. I need to.
I need to drink her in, to feel her surrender under me, to make her scream my fucking name until it’s the only word she knows.
“Thank you,” she whispers against my lips, her voice delicate, fragile.
Her arms tighten around my neck, her bare body pressing into me, her warm, wet pussy right against my lap, rubbing against my pants like she has no idea what she’s doing to me.
If this isn’t torture, I don’t know what the fuck is.
I clench my jaw, barely holding myself back. Every inch of me wants to grab her, throw her down, claim her, but I won’t. Not yet.
“You can have everything,” I rasp, my voice thick with restraint, my fingers digging into her waist as I pull her closer, making sure she feels exactly how fucking hard she’s making me.
She blinks, confused, her fingers skimming my jaw, her thumb running over my bottom lip.
“What?” she breathes.
“Everything you want, I’ll give it to you.”
And then I fucking take her mouth.
I kiss her like I need to, like she’s oxygen and I’m starving for air. I kiss her like she’s my goddamn salvation, my undoing, my reason for fucking breathing.
Hungrily.
Desperately.
Like my life depends on it. Like her life depends on it.
And then the realization hits me, if I destroy her father, I destroy her.
For the first time in my life, I hesitate.
For the first time in my life, I consider letting someone live.
But I don’t stop.
I can’t fucking stop.
