Princess of Frost - Mila Young Page 0,33
while fingers trail down my stomach, over the small mound of hair and to my soaking lips.
I gasp and arch into his touch as he slowly works his way lower. A finger glides gently over my seam, and a loud moan slides past my lips.
"Good girl." His voice is deep and seductive, and I'm already on the edge of exploding, convinced the smallest thing will set me off.
He's up on his feet and he sweeps me off mine so fast I lose my breath.
The way he stares at me is of someone drowning in arousal. He resembles nothing of the angry prince, but a man driven to madness by desire.
He throws me onto the bed.
“Whoa.” I land on my back, but before I can even react, he snatches my ankles, swivels me around to face him, and drags me over so my ass perches on the edge of the mattress.
I clench my thighs, but he's smirking, shaking his head at me.
"Show me," he demands. “I want to see all of you."
He doesn't force my knees open, but rather waits for me to make the move. I've never been with a man this way before, where I quiver with unbearable need. I never understood when the other maids spoke about the times they snuck around with guards, having sex with them whenever they could.
They whispered about how large the men were, how they screamed with several orgasms. And only now that I look up at the prince who is half-naked, at those flexing muscles, at the way his eyes devour me, do I understand the addiction. To have someone look at you as if only you exist in this world is intoxicating.
Bravery fills me and I part my knees, unable to believe I'm doing this.
The corners of his mouth lift with a devilish grin. "You're beautiful." Then he drops to his knees before me, his hands sliding along my inner thighs pushing them wider, revealing every intimate inch of me to him. Just hearing those words and seeing him grinning leaves me giddy.
Slowly, he runs the tip of his thumb down my seam before he parts my lips. My breaths catch and I can't move or react. I tilt my head back, my eyes closed shut, unsure of the feelings surging through me from the pulse in my clit to the blush sweeping over my cheeks.
His hot breath washes over my heat, and I groan, shaking as an excited shiver skates down my arms.
"Fuck, I love the way your body reacts to me," he murmurs.
Then his mouth is on me, and I groan loudly, my eyes flipping open, widening. "Oh, shit!"
I knew men loved licking girls down there. I've listened to all the dirty talk between the maids, their explicit descriptions, but listening and experiencing are two very different things.
Eryk devours me, the lip-smacking sounds sending me flying like a bird through the clouds. Every single thought vanishes, and all I can focus on is the way his tongue flicks my entire length, tasting me, while his fingers dig into my inner thighs, holding me wide open for him.
He eats me ferociously, and my hips rock back and forth.
When he pulls back, I crank my neck up and look at him, needing more, not for him to stop.
"Can you understand now, Licia, how I'd never let anyone harm you?"
His words wrap around me, but even though I hear them, they don't truly sink in, not when I'm dripping wet and so horny that I might scream.
"Please," I plead, sliding my hand down to my breast and tugging at a nipple, desperate for release.
He brushes my hand away. "Only I touch you. Only me." He's on his feet and I forget my response when I’m facing this god-like man, with his chiseled muscles and biceps that could lift a bear. My gaze falls to his hands unbuttoning his black belt and pants. He pulls them apart and tugs them down his thighs, his cock springing out.
I can’t stop staring at how huge and thick he is, focusing so intently on how he stands so erect, that my thoughts spill past my lips. "I don't think that will fit."
"It will," he insists, and I shuffle back on the bed as he leans a knee onto the mattress.
He crawls over me and slides a hand under my knee, lifting my leg and wrapping it around his waist, and I do the same with the other. He holds his cock, rubbing the tip over my