tongue inside my mouth and kisses me hard, rolling his hips against mine.
Then, with a slight adjustment, he gives me what I’ve been wanting all day. All week. My whole adult life, maybe.
His cock spears me deep, making my back arch and my lips drop open.
“Wolfe,” I cry out, running my nails down his broad, muscular back.
He grunts in response, driving inside me again. His body is all raw, commanding power. Every muscle bunches and releases as he thrusts inside me, and all I can do is cling onto him. My hands grip his shoulders, my legs wrap around his waist.
This is better than I expected. I won’t regret this. No way. There’s nothing I could regret about this. I didn’t even know sex could feel this good. I didn’t realize that—
I’m coming again.
This time, I scream. I say his name over and over again, crying out as my nails leave long red streaks across his back.
Wolfe, Wolfe, Wolfe.
He whispers in my ear in response, “Yes, princess. Come for me, Rowan. Come all over that cock.”
Dirty words that make my core clench and my orgasm ride higher. I forget that he’s a prince, because right now, it doesn’t matter. He’s a man. Beautiful, sexual, powerful man.
My body is on fire. My legs are wrapped around him like a vise, but he manages to push them open and roll me onto my stomach. I’m a rag doll, and I like it. I love it.
I love the way his arm scoops under my stomach and pulls me up to all fours. I love the way he lifts me up higher, so my back is against his chest. I love the way he enters me again, like this, clamping my body against his chest and fucking me senseless.
I didn’t know it was possible to come so many times in a row. What day is it, again? I’m not sure I even know my name. There’s a piece of hair in my mouth, but I barely have the wherewithal to spit it out.
And then I feel it.
Throbbing. Stiffening. The sheer power of his orgasm emptying into me. I gasp, trembling against him as he holds me close, his hand cupping my breast as my head rests against his chest.
Then, stillness.
We both fall forward, me on my stomach and him on top of me. We stay tangled in each other, until I groan and shift, and the Prince slides out of me and rolls over.
I’m covered in a blanket of bliss and a sheen of sweat. I stare at him through my messy hair, loving the way his cheeks are red and his face looks totally, completely relaxed.
He doesn’t look like an arrogant prince right now. He’s not a cocky asshole used to getting what he wants. Right now, he’s gentle. Soft. Smiling at me.
Then, he groans and glances down. “Shit,” he says, frowning.
I follow his gaze to his groin, where his cock glistens with sticky wetness, the remains of a broken condom wrapped around its base.
The Prince glances at me, gritting his teeth. “Tell me you’re on the pill.”
16
Wolfe
Shit, shit, shit.
If there’s anything that ruins post-coital bliss, it’s the knowledge that the condom broke and we’re stuck in an isolated cottage in whiteout storm conditions.
Rowan’s eyes widen, sapphire blue turning slightly deeper as she stares at the mess between my legs. She shakes her head, eyes still wide with shock. “The pill made me really moody and gave me headaches. I stopped taking it when I broke up with my ex.”
“You stopped taking it?” I frown.
“Well, it’s not like I was having sex with anyone,” Rowan snaps, turning away from me. She glances between her legs, sucking in a long breath. “I don’t… What do we do?”
Pulling the broken latex off my cock, I stand up and toss it in the garbage. “Not much we can do. Hopefully by the time the storm clears we can get back to the main castle. Dr. Williams might have a morning after pill or be able to get some in town.”
“Okay.” Rowan frowns, counting on her fingers and whispering to herself. She glances at me, straightening up. “I just got my period recently. I’m pretty sure I’m not ovulating. I think the chances of…” She doesn’t say the words getting pregnant, but they hang heavy between us. Rowan takes a deep breath. “I think the chances are low.”
“Still.”
“I’ll still take the morning after pill. Of course. I’m not trying to make my life more complicated than it