that?
Strong hands grip my waist, and I jump in my skin, a cry falling from my lips.
"Have you behaved?" Eryk whispers in my ears, his chest pressing against my back.
"You scared the hell out of me, don't do that!" I twist my head to look at him over my shoulder just as the guard shuts the door, and it's just the two of us.
I hold Eryk’s gaze as his erection nestles into my ass. Oh, this night is only going to end one way, isn't it?
"Answer me," he growls, grasping my jaw, his touch firm and fingers icy cold.
Never in my wildest dreams have I thought I'd ever have the great Prince of Midnight Court turned on by my presence.
"I haven't touched myself," I whisper as his grip strengthens.
"Good. That sweet pussy of yours is mine. I touch it, I eat it, I fuck it, and I'm the only one to bring you to orgasm and fill you with my seed." His deep, captivating voice fills the room, and I shouldn't agree, but I'm nodding. He has a way of making me lower my guard and want things I never imagined I would.
"You've been gone all day," I say and begin to turn around.
"Don't push it," he snarls, holding me with my back to him, and my breath fogs the glass.
I don't know if I ought to be scared or turned on, but if this is him after a shitty day, I'm not sure I have a choice about finding out. I'm under his spell and have been desiring him for most of the day, imagining all the things he might do to me. He starts to unbutton my dress while my toes curl and my gut squeezes. In a hurried rush, he tears the dress down over my shoulders and arms. I whimper as he tugs it down to my legs, along with my underwear, and I step out of them. I'm left standing naked, trembling, my thighs squeezing tight.
He suddenly spins me on the spot and my back hits the cold window. He slides a hand under my chin and lifts it with a bent finger so I can look up at him. His other hand slides down and over my breast, finding my hardened nipple, which he pinches.
A moan rolls over my throat, and heat collides into me so fast, I'm dripping wet.
"Do you recall what I said to you in the bath before I left?" His words are commanding, so smooth and husky.
It takes me a few moments to get my body to do something other than melt, and I nod.
"Good girl. Now get on my bed on all fours and show me those pink lips and how wet you are for me."
My entire body shivers at his words, at how harshly he speaks to me. I should push back, but my body betrays me and craves him, the liquid fire dripping down my inner legs. How can one man make me feel so weak, so horny, so goddamn obedient and at his mercy?
Right now, it's not about what my heart or mind wants, but everything to do with what my body desires. Since this morning in the bathtub, I've been on edge. Every small rub on my body made me burn, and in all honesty, I don't know how I made it through the day without fainting from pure frustration.
So my choice is clear. I need this huge, delicious prince to fuck me until I feel sated. I pull back and stroll across the room, deliberately swinging my hips. I feel his gaze on me, and the impression he leaves has me drowning in arousal. I'm so wet, I think I'll come the moment he touches me.
The room presses in around me, and I can't think about anything but how he's made me feel. The teasing, the waiting, the dominance that I desire. I never thought it would, but having him control me turns me on tremendously.
When I reach the bed, I take a deep breath and climb onto the mattress on all fours and shift to spread my legs.
My heart is thundering. I can't believe how easily I'm doing this, though I won't deny my cheeks are blushing like crazy. I glance over my shoulder at Eryk, and I almost pass out from the shudder that shoots through me at seeing his expression.
He stares at me like a starved animal, lips parted, eyes locked on my rear, his cock straining against his pants.
"Head down