I’m torn between desperately wanting him inside me, and needing this moment to last. Right now, the only thing that matters is pleasure. I have no anxieties and no circling thoughts. I have no crushing weight on my chest, and no dread seeping into my soul.
I just have pleasure, cradled in the pit of my stomach, ready to be unleashed.
Reaching down between us, I angle the Prince toward my opening. His lips drop open, his hands moving to my thighs.
“Margot,” he whispers.
“Yeah?”
I don’t wait for an answer. I can’t wait. Dropping my hips, I spear myself with him. We both moan in unison, his fingers sinking into my flesh as I curl my hands into his shoulders.
My body screams for him. Our bodies slam together as the energy becomes frantic. Wild. Animalistic.
The Prince doesn’t say anything. He grunts, pulling my hips closer as he drives himself inside me. I ride him, laughter bubbling up inside me as pleasure mounts in my veins.
It’s never felt like this before.
Never so intense. So needy. So fucking good.
Everywhere his hands touch, sparks fly. The Prince moves his hands from my thighs to my ass, spreading my cheeks wide as he drives himself deeper inside me.
I moan, gripping the headboard as our movements become frenzied. The Prince slaps my ass before rocking himself inside me harder.
I let go.
I let go of everything that’s ever held me back, everything that’s stopped me from feeling pleasure, everything that has kept me locked away in my own towering fear.
My orgasm crashes into me like a high-speed train. It annihilates me, splitting me in half as the Prince drives himself inside me.
I think I scream. I don’t know.
All I know is that my fingers leave deep, red scratch marks on the Prince’s chest. His cock fits perfectly inside me, like it was made to be there. Heat explodes inside me, making my body arch and convulse as another scream rips through my throat.
When I feel the Prince’s cock get harder, another wave of pleasure crashes into me. He splashes his seed inside me, and I give myself to him completely.
Mind, body, and soul.
When it’s over, I collapse on the bed beside him. My hair splays out around me and I rest my arm against my forehead. My chest heaves, and my entire body trembles and twitches.
Prince Dante lays a palm on my thigh as he tries to catch his breath.
Little tingles flow through my veins, making my body twitch with the after-effects of my orgasm. I roll onto my side, trailing my fingers over Dante’s chest.
Sighing, I shake my head. “That was nice.”
“I’m just getting started,” the Prince grins. He pulls me closer, laying my head on his chest. Closing my eyes, I listen to his heartbeat and let calm and happiness overtake my spirit.
As I lay there, listening, there’s only one thought on my mind:
I wish Dante was the father.
17
Dante
Waking up next to Margot is a pleasure I never knew I was missing. Her head is resting on my chest, with her fingers twitching gently as she dreams. I lay a kiss on her golden hair, sighing.
Before coming to Farcliff, I was content in my quiet, isolated existence. I thought I was happy.
I had no idea what was missing from my life. I never imagined that I could want to spend time with someone else as much as I want to with Margot.
She stirs in my arms, sighing softly. Smiling at me, Margot stretches out and rolls onto her pillows.
“I had such a good sleep.”
“Same.”
“Haven’t slept that well in years.”
“Must be the orgasms,” I grin.
Margot laughs. “Must be. Wouldn’t mind another one,” she grins.
“That can be arranged.”
“You’ve created a monster,” she laughs, wrapping her arms around me. “Look what you’ve unleashed.”
I growl, and Margot lets out another giggle.
I never knew I could love hearing someone laugh as much as I love hearing it from Margot.
“Hold on,” she says when I move to kiss her. “Morning breath.”
I watch her pad to the ensuite bathroom to brush her teeth. When I hear the shower turn on, I get out of bed and join her.
We fit so well together. Both of us appreciate comfortable silence. We don’t have to talk. I hate going out to drink and party, and Margot doesn’t do any of those things. We’ve slipped into each other’s lives so effortlessly, it’s easy to forget the things that loom just ahead.
Her baby, for one. Am I really ready to have a child