The Wild Heir(82)

Shit.

Glad I kept that one inside.

I pull her into the bedroom and like I hadn’t just ravaged her earlier in the museum, I’m pulling her dress off over her head while tearing off my own clothes.

I attack her, tongue, lips, mouth, teeth, my hands roaming all over her bare body for the first time, hungry and greedy and just a bit desperate.

“Lie down,” I tell her, and I manage to pull myself away. “Get on the bed and let me look at all of you.”

She no longer looks embarrassed at this type of request. She goes to the bed and I watch her, drinking her all in. I watch as she lies down on the mattress, everything from the perfect pink of her cunt to the sharp peaks of her nipples and perky breasts is on display for me.

I can’t believe my luck.

I can’t believe I get to marry this woman.

Whatever I had once said to my father about having sex with one woman for the rest of my life, well I obviously had no idea it would be this woman.

This woman is my fucking queen and I will never ever lose sight of that.

“If only you knew how beautiful you look to me,” I murmur to her as I step over to the bed and gaze down at her. “I could tell you but I don’t think it would be enough. The only thing I think might work is if I show you.” I pause. “Do you want me to show you?”

She doesn’t answer. She gives me a wicked smile and opens her thighs.

Helvete.

I move between her spread legs. It’s almost painful, this desire, this need to make her see what she does to me, how she makes me feel. Seeing my bare cock hard and ready, her cunt open, pink and soft—I feel like I’m going mad with desire.

Slowly, so slowly, I ease myself into her as she raises her hips, pushing toward me herself, wanting that deeper purchase. Her mouth opens wider the further I get, her skin sliding against my skin like endless silk.

This feels too fucking good.

Too perfect.

I kiss her, melting my mouth into hers, wanting to be as close as possible.

“What about the condom?” she whispers.

“I’ll pull out.”

“Come all over me again?” She raises a brow.

Fuck, that couldn’t sound sexier.

Our faces are just inches apart as I slowly pull out and ease myself back into her. Our gaze never breaks. Hers is full of lust and wonder, as if she’s seeing me for the first time. In the museum it was dark and rushed, but now we are intimate, now we can really take each other in. I can only hope she likes what she sees, that I’m enough for her.

I’ll do anything to be her king.

When our hips meet, it makes me still, and I have to suck in my breath to regain control. There’s something about her that makes me want to completely lose it and, honestly, I think I’ve been losing it since the moment I first saw her.

She wraps her legs around my waist and rocks her hips, each movement pulling me further and further into her. Her hands are at my back and pushing into my muscles. Our skin moves against each other like we are one.

“Fuck, Ella,” I croak out, sucking along her neck, to her breasts. My tongue teases around the hardened peak of her nipple and I pull it into my mouth with one long, hard draw. Her moan is so loud, so uninhibited that I feel like the king I want to be, and for once we don’t have to hold anything back. I groan loudly, falling into that intoxicating warmth of being really, truly inside of her, of feeling her in every way I can.

“Harder,” she says, arching her back. “Please.”

Please? Lord, she is so fucking cute.

“Your wish is my command,” I tell her, my voice straining. “Though I should be addressed as Your Highness.”

“Please, Your Highness. Fuck me harder.”

God damn.

I piston my hips to drive into her deeper, pumping harder and harder. Her perfect tits bounce with each thrust, and suddenly there are no thoughts. Nothing but feeling. That feeling of falling, of realizing how good it can fucking be when you actually care about someone.

I’ve never had sex with a woman that I had feelings for.

And this is so much more than just feelings, so much more than that.

“Magnus,” she whispers to me. “More.”

I give her a look of surprise.

She wants more?

I’ll give her fucking more.

I grab her by the waist and flip over so that she’s riding on top of me now. My grip tightens as she sinks onto my cock and I’m grunting hard from having to hold back.

“God, you’re so fucking amazing.” She starts rocking back and forth on me, finding her rhythm. “Ride me harder, Princess. I want to see those tits bounce.”

She bites her lip as she gazes down at me, leaning forward on my chest for a moment before she starts putting her back into it, her hips bucking back and forth against mine.

“God yes, look at your cunt juicing all over my cock,” I moan, my eyes glued to where my wet shaft sinks into her. “Fuck, keep going, don’t stop.”

A flush starts on her face that spreads to her chest, and her legs quiver around my waist. Her back is arched, nipples pointed at the ceiling, her head back as she gives into me.

I go to slip my hand over her clit, to give her the push, but she’s already there. She cries out loudly, hips jerking upward, body shaking like an earthquake. She’s so unbelievable when she’s coming, this pulsing, writhing, sexual being and I’m the cause of all of it. I’m the one who brings this Princess to the edge.