The Controversial Princess (The Smoke & Mirrors Duology #1)(99)

He really is my king. He rules me. God, I’m so in love with him.

I skate my touch up and down his back, my fingertips delicately tracing each side as he moves inside me. His exploring tongue swirls deeply, not a tiny piece of my mouth not found. My back bows slowly, my pleasure gaining momentum, charging forward unstoppably. “Oh God, Josh.”

“My name on your lips is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.” His hips buck, hitting hard, and I whimper through a moan. “When you come, I want you to say my name over and over.” His pace quickens, like he wants me to get to that point sooner rather than later, and I am fine with that.

I writher and groan, my mind spacing out in a pleasure-induced fog. All my senses heighten, every move is more intense, every feeling more powerful. “I’m coming,” I choke, throwing my hands to the headboard and clinging on, as if it can ground me, as if it will save me from being catapulted off the bed from the power of the climax about to attack me. Tingles engulf me, heat surges through me. “Josh.”

“Again,” he says calmly, pumping on, banging my orgasm out of me. “Say it again.”

“Josh!” I scream this time, his name going on and on until my lungs run dry of air. I gasp for breath, my hold of the wood behind me so tight I lose all feeling in my arms.

“Again.” He thunders on, moving onto his fists to get more leverage. “Again, Adeline.”

“Josh!” The power of my release is almost too much to bear, every nerve ending sparking, cracking, and exploding. “I can’t take anymore.” It’s like he has full control of my orgasm, dictating how long it goes on, making sure I’ll not move for a week once he is done with me.

“You can. And you’ll be taking a lot more than this, I promise you.” His voice is as distorted as his face. “Oh … my … fuck.” His body locks, his chin dropping to his chest, and then he starts shaking like I would never believe if I weren’t lying beneath him, absorbing every vibration with my own. I release one hand from the headboard and reach for his throat, splaying my palm there, feeling every swallow and struggle for air, his skin soaked. “I love you.” He strains the words through his exhaustion, and I smile through mine. We are so utterly drunk on pleasure, and it is unquestionably the best feeling in the world. “God, woman, it’s never been like this. Never so … everything.” His face falls into my neck, his breath hot on my skin.

I can feel all the emotion and feelings in his words. Because I feel the same. I’ve never been an insecure lover, and Josh hasn’t really changed that. But now I’m giving him my all, I can’t help appreciating his words all the more. I reach for his head and play with his hair. “Thank you for coming to find me tonight.”

Lifting from my neck, he smiles, and it is one of my favorite Josh smiles. Genuine. Heartfelt. But it drops a little, and he spends a few quiet moments thinking. “I love you so much, Adeline. I don’t know what to do with it all.”

I feel myself fold a little, hating his uncertainty, but before I can voice my thoughts, he goes on, blinking his drowsy eyes open. “I just want to take you away from this madness, baby. I want to kiss the ground you walk on for the rest of my life. I want to look at you every day and know that you are mine. Kiss you. Make love to you. Fuck you. Spank you.”

“Bring it on,” I say clearly, ready for everything he has to throw at me. Everything. Belts and all.

On a shake of his beautiful head, he smiles a shy smile and drops to my chest, crowding me completely. But I don’t feel suffocated. I don’t feel his weight. I feel the freest and lightest I ever have in my entire life. “We need to talk,” he breathes.

And just like that, my moment is stained. “Do we have to? Can’t you just put me on your private jet and fly me out of the country? Hide me in your mansion in Beverly Hills and worship me day and night? Because that will suit me, just so you know.”

He chuckles. “I would love nothing more. But I also don’t want to be on the World’s Most Wanted list for kidnapping the Princess of England.”

“I won’t tell anyone.”

“Because you won’t be missed?” He laughs and lands me with a chaste kiss, rolling over to his back beside me. I give him roughly two seconds’ peace before I crawl up his body, placing myself on his chest. My boobs squish into his pecs and his arms circle my shoulders. “I shouldn’t be missed,” I say matter-of-factly. “I serve no purpose to this country.”

“You are a national treasure, Adeline.” Josh smiles, pushing some hair from my face.

“It isn’t fair. I want you. You want me. It should be that simple.”

“Except it’s not.”

My lips twist in displeasure. “So what are we going to do?”

“I don’t know.” He looks defeated all of a sudden. It doesn’t suit him—my cocky Hollywood troublemaker.

“You’ve changed your tune. He who isn’t one for playing by the rules,” I tease.

“Yeah, well, I feel like I have a lot more to lose now.” He moves quickly, flipping me to my back and swathing me, arms pinned on the pillow above my head. “My tactics have changed.”

“How so?”

“I plan on wooing your father when he takes me shooting tomorrow.”