Stealing His Princess (Kings of Conquest #2) - Adelaide Forrest Page 0,55

her lips around the tip of my cock, moving down to swallow more of my length down her throat. With a pop, she pulled her mouth free and met my eyes briefly, a mischievous smirk transforming her face before she lowered herself back down and licked up my shaft with her gaze on mine.

She took me back into her mouth, sucking in her cheeks and taking me deeper into her throat. I closed my eyes as the sensations rocked through me and I wrapped my hand around her hair to guide her down the length of my shaft. When she stopped to get a breath of air, I decided that enough was enough. I bent forward and grabbed her by the arms, bringing her up to capture her mouth for a kiss. "I need to be inside you." Cupping the sides of her face, I leaned her back until she was beneath me again. As well as I could manage, I pushed my trousers down my legs, just enough to get them out of my way. "But I should probably return the favor."

I pulled her dress over her head, tossing it to the side, and leaned in to capture her nipple in my mouth. She arched her back to give me easier access. "Every single inch of you belongs to me, Bristol. Your body and your heart." I pulled down her panties and pressed a thumb to her clit. She let out a moan as she closed her eyes in obvious pleasure. "Say it.”

She moaned when I rubbed even harder against her with my thumb. I ran my tongue around her breast and started trailing kisses down to her pussy, copying the way she rained kissed down my stomach and to my dick. Her moans were pure temptation, but not the words I demanded to hear.

"Tell me,” I demanded as I inserted one finger into her wet heat and pumped. I kept rubbing her clit, never giving her enough pressure to orgasm.

"I'm yours, you brute. Just fuck me!" The last word ended on a shout as I inserted another finger before I pulled my hand out, shifted up, and drove my cock into her with intensity until I could touch the back of her walls.

I might have felt a moment of guilt that I treated her so harshly after just taking her innocence earlier in the day, but the scent of her wetness and the sound of her pleasure was enough to snap my control. "No one else, Siren.”

I bent over her until our eyes met, our noses practically touching. Sweat trickled down my back in effort as I pumped in and out. I captured another one of her moans by planting my lips on hers, then let go of everything but the sensation of being inside the woman I loved with every fiber of my being.

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Bristol

It was more than just a meeting of mouths as I poured my entire being into our kiss, letting out a moan and tilting my head back when we broke apart for breath. My first time with Aric earlier that day had been a revelation. After all the times I'd imagined the sensations of a man touching me, it still felt foreign, and the first time had taught me that there was nothing quite like experiencing it for myself.

But the second time, after learning the pleasures of being thoroughly loved by a man, I gave myself up to the sensations that assaulted me everywhere. With every thrust, he touched an inner part of me and heat pooled in my belly that had me groaning in anticipation. All the experiences of self-pleasure I'd ever had before was nothing compared to the weight of Aric lying on top of me. There was no way I could have replicated the feeling of Aric plunging deep inside me and sliding out again. That dizzying sensation of being so thoroughly used and owned that happened between a man and woman.

Skin against skin. Hearts beating against each other in our chests. Our breaths mingling as we moaned and gasped in the silence and privacy of the bedroom. Then I saw stars as I gasped his name, "Aric.”

The pleasure brought a heady sensation, even as he grunted my name and thrust hard and deep inside me. Warmth flooded me as he came, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around him to keep him inside me for a moment longer.

Just one moment, before reality could come crashing down onto us, and we