The Wild Heir(80)

One day he’ll rule this country.

Right now I want to rule him.

See what it’s like to bring Magnus the Mad to his knees.

He pulls back for a second, watching me with a delirious look in his hooded eyes as my hands work him up and down. His scrapes his teeth over his lower lip then slowly looks up at me. “Princess,” he warns.

I pause and grip his gorgeous dick tighter. His eyes roll back in his head, and the muscles in his neck are straining as he tries to hold back. “Yes, Your Highness?” I tease.

He grunts and moves back into me, pulling the neckline of my dress down. My nipples are as hard as pebbles, and he cups my breast, licking a path to the center. He takes one in his mouth and I’m swept away by the warmth, by the fire-laced nerves that radiate out from me.

“Oh god,” I cry out softly.

He makes a noise of agreement against my breast, causing more nerves to incinerate. He slips his hand below, sliding it over my clit which is beyond wet and slippery.

“You’re soaking me again,” he says huskily before taking my nipple between his teeth and pulling slightly.

I moan as he pushes one big finger inside of me, the roughness igniting my sensitive skin. The penetration seems to roll through me and I automatically jerk my hips forward, bringing his finger further inside.

I think I want more.

No, I need more.

He makes a low, guttural sound and pulls out slowly before adding another finger. I bite my lip to keep from yelling his name as he expertly slides his fingers over the swollen bundle of nerves that threatens to destroy me from the inside out.

“Magnus,” I say through a moan, my mouth open and gasping as my senses are nearly blinded. “Don’t stop.”

“Never,” he says before flicking my nipple with his tongue. He pulls his fingers out and then pushes three in and I’m breathless and shaking. His fingers are so thick that it’s nearly unbearable and he plunges them in and out, fucking me with his hand.

“I want you to come all over my hand,” he says through a grunt.

“I want to come all over you,” I tell him. “Please, I need you inside me. All of you.”

He pauses and takes his mouth away from my breast, his stubble wet with moisture as his heavy eyes gaze at me. “Is that an official command?”

I’m breathing hard, my hand going to the back of his neck that’s already damp with sweat. “What do you think?”

“I think you’re greedy,” he mutters. He shakes his head slightly, a hint of a smile on his glistening lips. “I think you’re a greedy little Princess.”

“I think you need to give me the royal treatment,” I say, leaning forward and grabbing his lower lip between my teeth and tugging. “Fuck me, my Prince.”

“Jesus,” he curses roughly, the heat in his green eyes growing hotter. “Where did this Ella come from?”

I bring my mouth to the soft spot where his jaw meets his neck, the stubble brushing against my bruised lips. “I think you brought it out of me the other day.”

“Then I hope she’s here to stay,” he says between moans as I suck at his neck. “Because I don’t think I’ll ever get my fill of you, Princess.”

He pulls back slightly and reaches into his pocket, his pants slung low on his hips, his throbbing cock beating against me in time with his heart. He pulls out a condom. The foil crinkles as he tears it open. “I am clean,” he says. “But are you on the pill?”

I shake my head. “No. But I’m signing up right after this.”

I watch eagerly, holding my breath as he slides the sheath on, loving the ease in which he handles himself. His pants fall to his ankles and he positions his tip against my wetness, hesitating, teasing. He grins at me, biting his lip, sly eyes appraising me, as he rubs his engorged head up and down over my swollen skin.

“Stop being a tease,” I whimper, my hands going around the hard lines of his waist, grabbing onto his ass.

I don’t think we have a lot of time.

With a hiss, he pushes his cock into me with one sharp, searing movement. If I wasn’t so damn wet, there is no way I’d be able to accommodate him, and even now I feel so full and strained, I might burst.

“Ella,” he says with a raspy groan. “Fuck.”

I can only gasp, feeling my toes curl as he slides in further.

It’s better than I imagined.

With each thrust, his cock drawing in and out, I’m pushed harder against the wall. He puts his palm behind my head, firmly holding me in place, allowing him to go deeper and deeper and deeper.

I just hope those paintings are secure. We may be getting away with screwing unnoticed in this darkened section of the museum but one slip-up and our cover is blown. I’m not sure sex is worth destroying fine art.

Then again, maybe it is with Magnus.

My mind is reeling with the sensation of having him so connected to me, so thick and all-encompassing, it takes over my every thought and makes me lose all logic. I am raw, primal, desperate with need. And I want more. So much more.

Greedy Princess indeed.

I grab hold of his biceps, hard as concrete slabs, as he works me in and out. I hold him, still in awe, desperate to hold him close to me. This man is all mine, and I’m going to have to work hard to be worthy of a prince like this.