Prison Princess (Paranormal Prison) - CoraLee June Page 0,30

for him. I couldn’t make too much of this. Which might be why I kissed him harder. “Fuck, Princess,” he rasped between devouring kisses. I shivered against him and shifted my body closer. It wasn’t enough.

“I-I need…” I whispered.

“Say what you need, and I’ll give it to you,” he replied, a cocky smirk on his lips. I guess Cypress wanted to hear a princess beg. Or maybe he just wanted to hear me fumble over my desires like the naive girl he’d painted me to be. Either way, I’d deliver my demands with confidence.

I placed my hand on top of his over my shirt and pushed. “I want you to make me come with your fingers, Cypress,” I said.

He chuckled against my mouth before pulling once more at my bottom lip with his teeth. I gasped as his rough palm cupped my cunt. I didn’t blush at the embarrassing heat pulsing between my thighs. And the moment my heat coated his fingers, Cypress groaned.

“Fucking hell,” he said before running his thumb over my clit. My entire body jolted at his touch. I had to dig my nails into his shoulders to keep from flying off the ground. His devilish smile returned, and he pinched my clit, rolling the sensitive nub between his fingers and wringing out electric pleasure with every movement.

“Oh gods, yes,” I cried out before scraping his defined jaw with my teeth. We were messy and destructive, his fingers teasing me as I ached to run my tongue over his skin.

“You’re so fucking wet. Are you going to be a good little Princess and cream all over my palm?”

His words were dirty and perfect. I ground against him, my nipples impossibly hard and pressing against the fabric of my shirt. I parted my thighs even wider so he could slip one—two—fingers inside of me. He curled and stroked a fire of need deep in my pussy.

“I want to come,” I replied breathlessly. I was a needy puddle in his hand.

“Then fucking come, Princess,” he replied before rubbing me faster.

The intensity was too much. Each inhale brought me closer and closer to that crest of pleasure. It wasn’t long before I screamed his name and fell apart against his hand. Bliss washed over my skin. The moon glowed with vibrant hope. For a few seconds, my mind was clear of everything. It was just me and Cypress—and I was happy.

Chapter Ten

I’d never felt so completely relaxed in my entire life. We were outside, and anyone could come upon us at any time, but I really didn’t care. No, I was here with Cypress, and he had...well, he had given me the first orgasm I hadn’t given to myself. Also, being out of the prison had meant I was actually able to make noise. My silent throbbing masturbation hadn’t held a candle to that.

I opened my eyes. Cypress was next to me, leaning against a tree, staring out into the distance with no discernable expression on his face. I reached for him, but he stared at my hand like it was a foreign object.

“Oh look, Her Royal Highness decided to finally wake up. You snore, by the way.”

I did? No one had ever told me that before. “I’m...sorry.”

“Yeah. Me too.” He got to his feet. “So much for getting any rest. I’m glad at least you slept, that way I don’t have to listen to you complain about being tired all day.”

My good mood fled away on the gentle breeze as though it was a gust of wind surging through me. Yep...this was the Cypress I was used to. It was like he had a split personality. At night, he was kind and gentle...sexy. Giving. Daytime Cypress might as well have been a different human being. And I fucking hated his grumpy ass.

I’d never complained—not once—of being tired. “You could have woken me if you were in a hurry.”

“And listen to you whine? No, we’re almost to your parents. I’d rather we did it in silence.”

I could’ve said any number of things to him right then. Throw insults. Demand he explain why he acted like he did. There was even a small part of me that wanted to cry. I hated tears, they were useless, but the man had brought me to orgasm with such kind gentleness, and now he was making me ashamed I’d shared any of that with him at all.

But I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. He wanted to act like this? Fine, two could