Wild Heir (Fated Royals 4)

He brought his cheek down beside mine, turning away from me slightly, and then sliding his big hands down my butt cheeks to grab me tighter as he drove into me. I ran my hands down his now sweaty back, and inhaled his scent, letting myself get lost in the strength of his body and the richness of his smell. Turning my head slightly, I nibbled his ear lobe. His body responded instantly with a shiver…and a new intensity to his thrusts.

With that change of speed and angle, the room began to spin.

“Oh my god,” I gasped, arching my head back into the pillows.

That tell-tale quiver of my body was starting now, but from the inside out. I’d never experienced any feeling like it. It was pure, complete, and mind-spinning bliss.

“Give me what’s mine,” he growled into my ear.

And I did, oh I did.

I let myself be swept away once more by his power, coming hard and powerfully on his cock, gripping it with all my might as I bit down savagely into his shoulder, sobbing out in pleasure as I came.

The orgasm went on and on, wave after wave, until finally my thighs were shaking and I was so sweaty that my skin was slick against his.

Once he had decided that I’d had enough, he slowed his rhythm and pulled out of me. I responded with a spoiled little whine.

“Don’t be a brat,” he said, under his breath, smiling all the time. “Now get up.” He snapped his fingers and rolled off of me, laying back luxuriously on the pillows in the middle of the bed. I popped up on my shoulder.

The last thing in the world I wanted to do was leave that bed.

“Get up and do what?”

“Get up and don’t fucking argue,” he said.

I was angry at being bossed around like this, and felt a little bit whiplashed as well.

Sometimes I pleased him. Sometimes I frustrated him.

It was hard for me to anticipate just what he’d want and when, even from instant to instant.

And that, I realized as I rolled out of bed, standing on shaking legs, was exactly the point.

“Stay there. Keep your back to me. Put your hands by your sides, fingertips to your thighs.”

For one instant, one half-second, I thought about disobeying him—about putting my hands on my hips and turning right around.

But the idea of that, of displeasing him, it made my heart sink. And so, I obeyed, wordlessly, soundlessly, and stood there in the dark exactly as he had asked.

I never, ever, liked being told what to do, and yet every time I obeyed him and pleased him, I was filled with the most exhilarating rush.

I had long prided myself on my competence and confidence; but with a glance, he stripped that away from me, leaving me entirely naked, body and soul. And in my total nakedness I had to admit the truth to myself: I wanted to please him.

Desperately. Completely.

The sound of a flint lighting an oil lamp broke up my thoughts, and slowly the room filled with soft warm light. I wanted so badly to turn and look at him, but I knew better.

Behind me, I heard the sound of running water. And it took every single fiber of my being to keep myself from turning around.

At my parents’ castle, there were no such luxuries, and likely wouldn’t be in my lifetime. But here, in this mysterious manor house that Vasile had at his disposal, there were indoor swimming pools and central heating and running water and God knows what else.

I listened as Vasile moved around behind me, and then I followed his footsteps around the bed. Finally, he came around in front of me. In his hand he held a damp white cotton towel.

“I’m going to get you cleaned up,” he said.

I looked down at my thighs, at the sticky, bloody mess all over them.

“I can do it,” I said, an embarrassed rush flushing my body. “You don’t need to…”

He shot a warning glare at me. “Valeria. I do. I need to.”

“Okay,” I said, blinking on a breath trying to steady myself for what was about to come.

He crouched down slightly in front of me, placing a gentle kiss on my tender nipple, and then with a care and patience that surprised me, he cleaned the blood and my dried juices from my skin.

Once he was finished, he tossed the towel aside and placed his hands on my hips. He kissed me once, slow and deep, but before I could wrap my arms around him in response, he turned me around so my back was facing him, and marched me towards the bed.

“Get on your knees,” he said.

I glanced back at him as I planted my hands and did as he said. I had never felt so sexy in my life as I did then; as I dropped the small of my back slightly, in an almost feline stretch, I felt my pussy part for him and my ass too.