Hunting Beauty (Possessing Beauty 4)

I liked that she was out here — unbridled, dangerous; a wild streak I wanted to tame.

I moved closer.

“And how will you make it worth my while?” she asked coyly.

“Angel,” I murmured, making her gasp as my lisp barely moved against her ear. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

She gaped, her body arching towards me

“I—”

“I could start with this.”

My lips found her neck, brushing the skin. She whimpered, and when my mouth fastened there, my tongue teasing her soft, tender skin, she moaned quietly.

“How about now?”

“I— I’m not sure.”

My hand found her dress, and I pulled it. She gasped as I tore it from her hands, but she didn’t resist either, and she didn’t run. She shivered, a little moan on her lips as her body was bared to me again.

I groaned, moving right against her. Her breasts pressed into my bare chest, nipples teasing over my skin as she moaned lowly. My hand slid over her waist, moving to cup that perfect, soft ass.

“I— we should stop this,” she whimpered.

“Should we?” I growled. “Says the bad little girl standing around naked in my woods?”

She moaned. “Your woods? No, they belong to King Lorne.”

“Under my watch though.”

“And I wasn’t naked, I was changing.”

“And yet here you are.”

My hand kneaded her skin as I brought my lips to hers.

“Tell me your name.”

“Uh-uh.” She shook her head “I—”

She moaned as I kissed her, hard. My tongue pressed in, seeking her as I parted her lips with mine. She whimpered, her tongue eagerly sliding over mine. I groaned as I pulled her tight little body against mine, my cock throbbing like hot iron against her bare pussy, threatening to tear its way out of my pants.

My hand on her ass moved lower, centering. She gasped, panting hard as my hand slipped between her thighs from behind, moving until I could feel the slick, wet lips of her cunt.

“We can’t—!” she gasped.

“Can’t we?” I suddenly froze. “How old are you?”

“Eighteen,” she breathed.

I groaned as my finger pushed against her opening, and she stiffened, whimpering.

“Tell me your name.”

“I— I can’t.”

“And why not?”

She shook her head. “I just—”

“Adele!”

The voice cut through the woods from behind her, and we broth froze.

“Adele, where are you?”

Her yes darted to mine, pleading, as if asking me to stay silent.

“I’m here!” She said quickly, her voice shaking as she called over her shoulder. Her eyes never left mine.

I pushed my finger in deeper, watching her jaw drop and her eyes go wider.

“Are you changed yet?” the other girl’s voice called.

“One second!”

“Okay, hurry up, we have to leave soon!”

“Okay, one—”

She moaned quietly as my my finger slipped over her hard little clit.

“One second,” her voice trembled, her eyes darting over mine,

“I have to to go,” she husked.

“Where can I find you?”

There was no way I was letting her get away like this. Not a chance unless I knew specifically where to find her.

“You can’t,” she whispered.

“I will,” I growled.

She bit her lip. “You say that, but you won’t.”

“Adele, huh?”

She nodded.

“Adele, let’s go!”

“Okay!” she called over her shoulder, her eyes still locked on mine. “I— I really do have to go.”

“I will find you if you leave,” I said, my voice a low growl and my pulse roaring in my veins.

There was a loud sigh from her friend somewhere back in the trees.

“Adele White, we are going to be late!”

The world went still, and my gut dropped. With my lips by her ear, and my fingers still on her pussy, the whole fucking world stopped. And slowly, it all clicked into place.

Adele White.

As in, Princess Adele White.

Also known as King Lorne’s daughter.

Holy fuck.

In a daze, I pulled back, my hands leaving her sweet, untouched body — her completely untouchable, off limits, eighteen year old body.

Oh. Shit.

“I—I’m sorry,” she whispered. “It was nice to meet you, Damon.”

I nodded, dumbstruck. Because here I was a Captain in the Royal Guard of Berne, and I’d just had my King’s daughter naked in my arms, her lips on mine, with my fingers buried deep in her virgin pussy.

I was a dead man, I just wasn’t in the ground yet.

She slipped away. I watched in a daze as she pulled the dress over her body, hiding that piece of art and perfection from me as she tugged it over her head. She turned back to me.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

I just nodded, like a complete jackass, watching as she turned and scampered away, leaving me empty.

But I’d had a taste. And now? Well now I was hooked, and princess or not, I would be finding her.

Because I had to have more.

Chapter 3

Adele

My whole body tingled. My heart pounded a million miles an hour, every nerve ending in my body on fire as the chauffeured off-road jeep we’d chartered for the hike carried us back to the palace. I was sitting right next to Anya, with a driver and a guard up front, a jeep behind us with four armed guards, and another ahead with the same. And yet, I felt alone.