his face and in his slumped shoulders. My heart wrenches.
“What happened?” I ask him softly.
He looks up at me, shaking his head. “I didn't get into the space program,” he says. “My commander said it is because they need a prince more than they need me as an astronaut. The palace probably shot down the idea.”
He walks over to me, ripping off his tie. His eyes are so full of pain that I don't quite know where to start.
I open my arms to him and he steps into them, hugging me hard. He lays his head on my shoulder.
I close my eyes and suck in a deep lungful of his unique scent, thinking only that I can't possibly break up with him right now. Not when he's just gotten such terrible news.
When he straightens and cups my jaw, I lift my face to his and let my eyes flutter closed. His mouth finds mine, his tongue teasing my own. And I think that just for now, just for today at least, this is enough.
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Pippa
I shiver and invite him to come closer. His lips find a pulse point at my neck, his big body coming down on top of mine. My breath stops when he grinds his cock against my pubic bone.
Ohh. Yes, I had almost forgotten how delicious every single touch could be. Addictive, almost.
Lars’s lips touch my collarbone, trailing down to my breast. I gasp and arch into his kisses, making him chuckle.
“You missed me,” he says, pulling back. His expression is amused, but his bright blue eyes are hungry.
“Maybe,” I tease.
He kisses me, making me lose my breath as his tongue slides against mine. Then he pulls away again, standing up fully.
“I want you naked and in my bed before I’m out of the shower. I hope you don’t have anything planned because I’m going to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow.”
My cheeks turn scarlet as my eyes widen. With that, he turns and bounds up the stairs. I can hear him as he goes, taking the stairs two at a time.
It feels more naughty than usual, being left to prepare myself for him. For the specific purpose of readying myself for his needs. I climb the stairs slowly, heading into his bedroom and stripping down to nothing.
I lie on his bed, arranging and rearranging myself, trying to figure out which way to present myself to him.
When Lars steps out of his bathroom, drying himself with a towel, he is the only thing I can concentrate on. My eyes travel down his form, taking in his muscled, toned body. He ambles over to me, his eyes still ravenous, and he drops the towel on the floor.
I look at him, six and a half feet of perfect olive skin and well-toned muscle. He’s all arms and abs, pecs and muscular thighs. And his face, with those angular cheekbones, icy blue eyes, and his dark eyebrows.
Not to mention, he has the nicest cock. I don’t have much to compare it to, but when he fills me up with his cock, I almost implode every single time.
All in all, the perfect package. He comes over to the bed, grabbing me by the ankle and pulling me to the edge of the bed. But that doesn’t shut me up. As he nuzzles my neck, the question bubbles up to my lips.
Lars’s big hand slides around the front of my throat, squeezing. My hands come up to pull his hand away, but he growls so loudly I can feel it where our bodies touch. The sound vibrates over my naked skin, sending out goosebumps.
“Oh, little witch.” He leans close, inhaling the sudden scent of my fear. Knotting his fingers in my hair, he seems almost amused. “I’m going to fucking ruin you tonight.”
Yes. God, yes.
His fingers tighten in my hair, making me moan. He smashes his mouth to mine, as much kissing me as showing his dominance. He pulls on my hair again, making me gasp, and then uses that moment to invade my mouth. He licks and rolls his tongue around the entirety of my mouth, biting my lower lip until I groan.
When he pulls his mouth away, I gasp for breath. He doesn’t let up on his grip on my hair. Instead, he sits down on the bed, forcing my head down to his lap. I can barely open my mouth before he’s shoving his cock in it, pushing my head down onto his