what remains of my dignity and return to the stables.”
“Wait one minute.” He eyes me, thoughtful. “I’ll let you go if that’s what you truly wish. But if you do truly need...a physical release... I can help you.”
My heart rate speeds up. “You’d make love to me?”
A shadow crosses his gaze. “I cannot. But I can give you pleasure. Relieve some dynamic tension.”
I purse my lips. “Oh? I’m listening.”
He ducks his head, inches from my face, and presses his cock right where I need it most.
I whimper. “That’s not bad.”
“Is that a challenge, Princess?” A wicked grin spreads across his face.
“Most assuredly.” Damn the eyes of this infuriating man. I half hate him and half want him more than my next breath.
He frees his cock from his jeans and it’s every inch as magnificent as I remembered. Long. Thick. Cut.
My mouth waters.
“Just as I suspected. Inside every good girl there is a bad girl waiting to come out,” he drawls.
“Then free me, Prince.” I roll my hips up, eager for attention. “Let’s see you do your worst.”
He has my pants around my ankles before I can think a coherent thought.
“These are cute.” He takes in my Nightgardin-issued white cotton panties with a wolfish expression.
“Please,” I plead. “I need... I need...”
“This?” He fists his cock, giving himself a slow stroke.
“You said I couldn’t have that.”
“Not inside,” he mutters, working his fist from root to tip. “Outside? That’s a whole other matter.”
“Outside?”
He yanks my innocent panties to the side. “Look at your sweetness,” he rasps. “Is all that honey just for me?”
Then he slides the head of his shaft over my slit. The pressure is extraordinary. He uses his length to massage my sensitive damp skin, finally centering on my bud, rubbing me in relentless circles.
I moan.
“You are a noisy one, wife of mine,” he observes, eyes bright with something like approval.
“So I’ve been told.” My toes curl. By you, I mentally add, before grabbing his head and hanging on as if I am drowning.
He doesn’t stop or slow, and soon both of our breaths are coming fast.
He pushes his tongue into my mouth while opening my shirt, popping open the clasp to my bra.
“Jesus.” He pulls back, shaking his head twice as he drinks me in. “How the hell could I forget these perfect tits?” He dips to lave one of my nipples until it pebbles and stretches taut. He is sucking me straight to heaven. Despite the sun, I swear that I see stars. The aching clench of need between my legs migrates to my chest until my entire body is primed. Even though a part of me knows that I am damned, I can’t retreat from this madness. For better or worse, this man has stolen a piece of my soul. More than any spoken vow. As if we were formed of one flesh and cleaved apart in some primal severing.
Soon I feel it. The release. It hovers before me, tantalizingly close.
He taps my clit with a clever finger, pulling back the hood and stroking the delicate bundle of nerves with all the pressure of a butterfly’s wing.
I lean up and suck his neck, licking his flesh and reveling in the tangy taste. He grunts and flutters against me again and it’s enough. It’s more than enough.
“Damien,” I moan again, unabashedly as I come as fast as an arrow shot from a quiver. “Oh God, Damien.”
But even as I’m lost in this need, a new hunger builds inside me, wicked and insatiable. He has feasted on me countless times. It’s my turn for a taste.
“What are you doing?” he asks as I slide down between his powerful thighs, nuzzling his steel-like erection, breathing in his hot musk.
I look up and smile at his darkly dangerous gaze. “I am going to devour you.”
Then parting my lips, I do just that. My cheeks tighten, sucking him in deeper, tasting the salty skin, the burst of precum.
He pushes his hands deep into my hair, wrapping the thick strands around his fingers. I slide my tongue along his thick veins, working him gently down my throat.
I’m in many ways an innocent, and yet I know on a primal level how to do this, how to please this enigmatic man. I grip his hips and lock my gaze on this.
He seems enraged. And yet I sense it’s simply a look of ultimate concentration. He’s even harder now, but I’m not stopping until every inch is mine.
“You’re killing me, Princess.” He thrusts between my greedy lips, fucking my hungry mouth. “How am I ever going to survive you?”
I squirm as my pussy reacts to the base need in his voice and double down on the movements. I’m artless but determined. I want to bring this powerful man to his knees with pleasure.
His balls are heavy beneath my chin and I reach out and stroke the underside.
That’s enough. He goes rigid a moment before his movements grow more ragged as he spills his climax down my throat and I keep going until he’s milked dry.
He closes his eyes. “When we were together before? Was it that good?”
“Better, my prince.” I whisper into his ear, biting the lobe. “Even better.”
Damien
I COLLAPSE NEXT to her, and we lie for a long while in silence—nothing but the sound of the breeze rustling the leaves. Juliet nestles her head in the crook of my shoulder, and for right now, in our hidden place, I feel like I might know what happiness feels like.
“It’s beautiful,” she finally says.
“What is?”
She traces lazy circles on my chest, this woman who should despise me yet somehow still wants me.
“Edenvale,” she says.
I chuckle. “You’ve barely been beyond the palace walls.”
She pushes me playfully. “I know. But it’s just—different. There is a freedom here that permeates the very molecules in the air.” She props herself up on one arm and looks at me. How could I forget those brown eyes? Her beautiful skin with those cheeks flushed
