Possessing the Princess

He hadn’t been bare inside of me other than that one time. That first night. And I wanted it. I wanted to feel the hotness of skin on skin and the exquisite rush of his cum flooding inside of me.

I could have said something, but now was not the time.

His entry slow, he was poignant in his carefulness. Before he’d been relentless, reckless, ravaging. He no longer asked if I was okay when he took me, but he was holding back the beast from me. Had been ever since my abduction.

“Aris, I don’t want you to be soft with me,” I whispered, made shivery and unsteady even with his restrained rocking.

Even when his rhythm was slow and guarded, his cock was prodigious, the thick spear of him spreading the tingling ache and stretch along my channel.

This wasn’t the first time we’d made love since that disastrous event, but making love wasn’t what I wanted, needed.

He gave a harsh chuckle, a testament to his taxed control.

“I’m never soft with you.” Repeating his words from earlier, he thrust back in, adding a bit more force.

“Mmm. You know exactly what I mean.” Clenching his forearms, I rolled into his strokes.

“I just…I don’t want to hurt you,” he admitted in a strangled tone.

“You won’t. You never would. I know that now. I want all of you. All your power.” I nipped at his throat then licked up to his ear. “Every rough hard hot part of you. I want you to own me.”

“Goddammit,” he blasted out.

Jerking me forward until my ass hung off the edge of the couch, he clamped his hands around my hips, his fingers curving into each ass cheek.

His body slammed and slapped against mine, every barrage of thrusts hard and rough and angled just right to nail the very heart of my pleasure.

He was intemperate, incautious, intensely primal as his teeth flashed and his eyes sparked and his nostrils flared.

“Is that what you want, prinkípissa?”

“Yes!”

He fucked me brutally and beautifully through a spiraling orgasm before hauling me off the sofa and over onto my hands and knees as he shoved the coffee table out of the way.

And then he belted into me with vicious snaps of his groin.

My hoarse shouts pulsed through the air as he conquered the divide between our two bodies, making us one.

I could barely get purchase on the thick area rug. He jarred me halfway across the floor before snatching me to him with an even tighter hold. One hand clasped my shoulder, the other my hip, and he rutted into me like an absolute animal.

It drove me out of my mind.

Pleasure compressed, convulsed, incinerated everything but me and him, and I screamed as another orgasm ripped right through me.

My pussy milked that hard cock that he kept plundering into me until I knew he was groaning through gnashing teeth even though I couldn’t see him.

His cock thickened, and he froze behind me before grunting, bucking, blasting out his cum.

“Holy fuckkkk.” All of Aris’s control had stripped away, and he grasped me harder to rail into me several more times, through each lengthy spurt I wanted bathing my body.

Only when his balls were drained did he lower us both to the floor.

For several glorious moments, he lay on top of me, giving me his heavy, warm weight before groaning and lifting himself away from me.

I hated the moment he left my body, always wanting him back inside.

With Aris, however, I never had to wait long. His appetite for me did not wane.

As I lay there—absolutely satiated—I knew he was taking care of the annoying condom. When he returned, he picked me up. He settled us both lengthwise on the sofa with me on top of him then arranged a light blanket at our waists.

“Got what you wanted?” he asked, his deep voice almost a drawl.

“Yes,” replying tartly, I propped my chin on his chest to smile. “Very much so.”

“Good.” His lazy smirk spun more coils of pleasure inside of me. “Blyad. Me too.”

I waited a few more moments, soaking in Aris’s heat as we lounged together, working up my courage to broach a subject I’d been avoiding.

“Aris,” I said haltingly, gazing into his ocean blue eyes before glancing away. “I do have something to tell you.”

His fingers grazed lightly down my back. “Da. I know.”

I couldn’t miss the thickness in his voice and raised myself higher to stare at him. “What? How?”

His cheeks were ruddy, and his lips parted as his irises shined. “All the sleeping and the strange food cravings.”

Nudging his mouth against mine, he whispered in an achingly tender tone, “You’re pregnant, aren’t you?”

I rubbed the side of my face against his whiskered cheek. “Yes.”

“Mmm.” His pleased sound rumbled from his chest to me, and he cinched his arms tighter around me.

“You’re not upset with me?” I pulled back to meet his eyes.

“Nyet. Never.” His whole chest expanded, a breathtaking smile on his lips. “I didn’t think I could be even happier than when you told me you were in love with me. But I am.”

For long moments, I simply basked in his unmistakable joy, finally letting the pregnancy be real to me. Sheer elation and wonderment seeped through me, warming me to my soul.

But then a frown dipped between my brows. “Don’t you think I tricked you? I told you I wasn’t fertile at that time of the month when we . . .”

“And I told you that wasn’t foolproof.” His kiss lingered, his tongue dipping inside, but the softness didn’t last.

Within seconds, the heat grew, our kiss wide-mouthed and slippery. Aris rolled us to our sides, and his hard cock pressed and prodded against my tummy.

After he broke the kiss, sluicing his tongue one last time across my bottom lip, I gazed—dazedly—at him. “What about the condoms we’ve been using ever since . . . ?”

He chuckled, a slightly dark tone invested in the sound. “You only have yourself to blame for that. I couldn’t very well stop using them until you told me. And it was as much torture for me as for you, trust me. Just how long have you known, you wench?”