“I think we’ve done that.”
“If just a kiss is good luck, then fuck me and I should be unstoppable,” she said.
I groaned with desire at those words, my fingers sliding back to tangle in her hair as I kissed her. She tilted her face up, kissing me back hard, her hands delving lower. She pushed my trousers down my hips to draw my cock out, and her hand wrapping confidently around my cock as if it belonged to her had me so hard that it almost hurt. She touched me like she owned me. The two of us yanked each other’s clothes off, until she was naked and gorgeous, shining in the dim light.
I glanced behind us at the ancient straw-stuffed mattress. “I don’t think you want to make much contact with that bed, Princess.”
“Still claiming I’m a snob, huh?”
“Oh, that’s just one of the many names I’d call you,” I promised her. I ran my hands down her hips, felt her grind forward against me. She pressed herself against my thigh as if she needed me, and I could never resist that.
“You’re such a sweet talker,” she said.
“I save the nice words for nice girls.” I grabbed her hips and spun her around so her back was to me. Her ass pressed against my cock as she pressed her back to my chest, tilting her face up, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire.
“Oh, bullshit. There are no nice girls for you. There’s only me.” A faint, cocky smile crossed her lips, but then, she spoke the truth.
“Arrogant princess,” I whispered.
“Wretched prince,” she murmured, as if some part of her remembered. Warmth curled through my body like the summer sun shone on us even in the perpetual dusk of the dungeons.
My lips brushed hers in a sweet, tender kiss, no matter that the two of us could never stop insulting each other.
I put a hand on her lower back and pushed her down, and she grabbed the edge of the bed, looking over her shoulder at me with a smile—and still, I could’ve sworn, that damn edge of challenge.
I pressed my tip against her and it slid easily in her wetness. “The dungeons get you hot, hm?” I teased as I rubbed myself in circles around her opening, teasing her.
She pressed her ass back against my cock, seeking more. “Actually, it’s the prospect of rescuing your ass and having you forever in my debt that turns me on.”
“You don’t want to play a game of payback with me, Princess.”
She looked at me over her shoulder, her beautiful mouth shaping into a smirk. “Oh, I think I do.”
I thrust inside her, and her back arched, her fingers tightening on the bed. She was still smiling, though, and I knew what she liked hadn’t changed. She still felt so good, too, her pussy tight around my cock. I pounded into her, and the rhythmic sound of my balls slapping against her seemed to echo through the chamber. She bit her lower lip, hair flying, shoving her ass back as if to urge me to fuck her even harder.
I ran my fingers over the curve of her ass, teasing against her rosebud, and her hips jerked in a familiar way, her channel tightening around me. The two of us moved together, both of us panting, until she slammed her hips back against me and paused, her moan breaking the air. I stopped too, buried deep inside her, feeling her thighs tremble. I wrapped my hands around her hips, holding her steady, still buried deep inside her, making sure she wouldn’t fall.
She pulsed around me, and the power of her orgasm pushed me over the edge. I began to pump into her again as my cock twitched. I tried to hold back a groan of my own, but I never could with her; the sound wrenched from my lips as I erupted.
She twisted in my arms to press a kiss to my lips.
“And here I thought you hated me,” she murmured.
I scoffed, cupping her jaw with my hand. “Don’t be stupid. What’s between us has never been as simple as hate.”
She raised her brows at me, her lips quirking ruefully. “You are such an ass.”
“What does it say about you that you…” I was mocking her, but I hesitated just for a second over the words want me.
“Love you?” she filled in. “I guess you’re right, I really must be stupid.”
I stared at her and she stared right back. Had she really meant that?
There was