Hunting Beauty (Possessing Beauty 4)

“But how can we be?” I muttered, hating the taste of the words on my tongue. “You’re royalty, Princess. And I’m most certainly not.”

“We can make this work.”

I shook my head and looked away, the harsh reality of this whole affair suddenly hitting me like a knife to the gut.

“Beautiful, I don’t—”

“I’ll only ever be yours.”

She said it with such sincerity, with such naked honesty, that I scooped her into my arms and kissed her with everything I had.

“And if it has to stay a secret?”

“Then it stays a secret,” she whispered. “I’ll never marry some stupid prince just because people say I should. I’ll just have you.”

“It’d be a scandal.”

“Let them talk.”

I grinned. “That’s my girl.”

“Your girl,” she husked, slowly pushing me back and swinging one leg over me.

I growled as she mounted me, her hands sliding down my chest, over my abs, and down to curl her fingers around my throbbing cock. She panted, raising up slightly and easing the head of me against her wet, silken opening.

“Adele—”

I wanted her. God help me, I wanted her. But there was a reason I hadn’t taken her virginity yet. Because I wanted it to be special for her. I didn’t want her to lose it in some hushed, whispered affair like this, hoping we weren’t “found out.” I wanted it to be perfect for her.

“I know,” she said quietly. “I just want to try something.”

Slowly, she eased down, and I groaned deeply as I felt her lips part around my shaft. She moved down, not taking me inside, but letting her pussy slide down the underside of my pulsing cock. She gasped, her eyes closing and her body shuddering as she moved her hands to my chest. Slowly, she started to move her hips, sliding her sweet little pussy up and down my shaft without actually taking me inside.

But fuck did it feel like heaven.

She moved faster, and then faster still, her eyes closing as she tossed her head back, her black hair tousled around her face. She bucked her hips, her clit rubbing up and down every inch of my cock as her moans started to fill the room. Her hands moved up to her own breasts, cupping them, and gently twisting her nipples as I lay back and just watched this goddess ride me.

My goddess.

She came suddenly, her whole body shuddering as her fingers teased her nipples and her black hair fell across her face. I groaned, grabbing her soft thighs and rocking my hips up as I felt the cum explode out of me to land in hot white streaks across my abs. Adele gasped once more and then collapsed onto me, kissing me hungrily as we slowly found our breath.

Like I said, I had officially crossed into insanity. Craziness. Madness.

Love.

And I’d be damned if I let her station, or a shitty wicked stepmother, or anything tell her she had to be with anyone but me.

I held off visiting the next night, since I knew she was busy with her friend Anya, and besides, I actually had to put in some time on my report about the insurgency front lines. But two afternoons later — the day of King Lucian’s ball, I snuck back in.

I had a present for her.

She’d just finished getting ready, it looked like when I stepped inside. My breath caught — my jaw tightening and my cock hardening at the sight of her.

God damn she was perfect.

She wore a silvery gold dress that shimmered as it fell around her perfectly. Her long black hair was up in this elaborate and intricate series of twists and braids and curls, and I just stared at her until she caught me in the mirror and grinned.

“You’re not supposed to be here in the daylight!” she whispered quickly, her eyes darting around the room with a worried look, even if she was smiling at my being there.

“I know, Princess.” I moved towards her, my eyes hungrily drinking her in.

“Damon—”

“You look fucking incredible, you know.”

She blushed, her lip catching in her teeth. “My friend Anya is right outside,” she whispered as I stepped into her, pulling her against me and letting my hands trail over her dress.

“Just take this.”

I stepped away and pulled the small black package out from behind me.

“What is it?” She grinned, her eyes sparkling as she carefully took it from my hands.

“Wear them, tonight.”

She gave me a puzzled look.

“What do you—”

“Just wear them.” I grinned wolfishly at her, reveling in knowing what she didn’t. Yet.

“Have fun tonight,” I whispered, leaning in and kissing her softly, and then harder, letting my teeth catch her lip and my tongue probe against hers before I pulled back, leaving her breathless and blushing.

“And Princess?”

“Yes?” she whispered.

“Any of those prissy little princes try and get too close? I’ll kill ‘em.”