Page 41 of Fade (Fighting Fate)

“Oh, God!”

His thrusting tongue quickened its pace, occasionally sneaking out to lap up to my clit, circling it quickly before thrusting back inside me. Every now and again he would moan as though it was the best delicacy he’d ever tasted, and my arousal would soar to another level.

My legs shook, and my breath was almost gone. Daniel’s hands moved to cup my butt, and he lifted me higher, taking all of my weight. Without thinking about it, I hooked my other leg over his shoulder and thrust myself against his mouth, rocking my hips with the growing ache that was gathering down there.

The door rattled against my flattened palms with my movements, but I didn’t care. I was desperate. The next time his tongue came out to circle my clit, I stiffened, pushing myself against his mouth as the pressure reached its height, and I found myself teetering on the edge of my climax.

Daniel paused his movements with me, maybe sensing my imbalance, then he slowly clenched my butt in his hands, pulling me a little firmer against him while gently circling my clit once more. I shattered.

I didn’t even know he’d moved us from the door until I felt the soft comfort of the bed underneath me. I was still breathing hard, and my heart was beating like it was in a race, but I was the calmest I’d been in a long time.

With my head a swirling mess, I felt him slowly kissing his way back up to me, his lips tender and loving, then, with my eyes still closed, he kissed my mouth. His movements were so gentle and slow, as though we had all the time in the world.

My body still throbbed, especially between my legs, and when he settled himself between them, his hard cock sliding along my very wet folds, I moaned involuntarily. The thought of him pushing inside me had every part of my arousal waking from the blissed out state he’d just put me in.

Spreading my legs a little wider, I tilted my hips, trying to welcome him inside.

“I love you, Princess,” he whispered against my lips.

My body stilled, the word ‘princess’ sending all sorts of dark thoughts through my head.

Daniel, obviously sensing the change in me, pulled back a little to look in my eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing . . . ” I said carefully. “I just . . . I don’t really like being called princess.”

He stilled, his gaze suddenly curious. “Why?”

I bit my lip. I didn’t really want to have this conversation right now. Especially considering his cock was so close to entering me. “It doesn’t matter.”

He pulled back even farther, drawing his cock away from me. I frowned.

“It obviously does. Why don’t you like it?”

I sighed. “My dad used to call me that, but not in the way you’d think. It was kind of derogatory.”

His brows pulled tighter as he mulled over my words. Lifting himself up off me so he was looming over me instead, he locked his gaze on mine, love and tenderness shining from him.

“You know what?” he said, leaning down to kiss my nose before pushing back up again. “I’m not going to stop calling you princess. You want to know why?”

I narrowed my eyes with confusion and nodded.

“Well, like you said, when your dad called you princess, it was derogatory. Because his view of a ‘princess’ is someone of high stature. Someone with money and power. Someone who is above everyone else.”

I cocked my head to the side a little, not sure where he was going with his line of thought.

He smiled down at me. A soft, loving smile that made me warm and happy inside. “Me?” he said. “When I think princess, I think of someone kind and loving, someone patient and understanding. I see someone beautiful and content. I see someone who is thoughtful and sacrificing, with just the right amount of innocence. To me, a princess is someone who knows how to hold herself, but more importantly, believes in those around her as well as herself. And strength. A princess has a strength of character that only a few can claim to hold.” He kissed my forehead. “So to me, you are a princess, and when you hear me call you that, you better believe that’s how I see you.”

I blinked up at him, emotion swelling up inside me. He really thought that of me? I swallowed, not sure I could successfully push down the lump that had grown in my throat.

Pressing himself back down on top of me, he took my mouth with the sweetest kiss I’d ever experienced. Then, he entered me . . .

Chapter 18

Daniel

My chest ached and my stomach churned. I didn’t know how something I’d been so sure about before—something I’d wanted for so long—could taste so bittersweet.

Sitting on the edge of my bed, I glanced at the clock on the nightstand and swallowed. An hour. One hour and two minutes, to be precise. That was when I was due to leave. I wished I could just leave already. The blank space of time was maddening.

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