His Princess (The Princess 1)

I’m over twice her size. As she lies under me, it’s then I see the difference. She’s small by nature, and I’m very large compared to almost all men. This does have its advantages, though.

“Careful, princess. We wouldn’t want someone to come in and get the wrong idea.”

She’s breathing through her nose, and her baby-blue eyes are scanning mine. Her heartbeat is loud between the two of us, so I use my free hand to run a finger down her chin and throat.

“I couldn’t stay away. The second I left you, I needed to see you again.” She narrows her eyes at me. “You said my name in your sleep. Were you dreaming of me, princess?”

She scowls now, but I see the pink rising up her neck.

“Oh, you were,” I laugh, leaning in a little more. “Were you dreaming that I came into your room? Is this a dream come true?”

She starts to speak, but my hand over her mouth prevents it.

“If I remove my hand, will you behave?” Alena hesitates for a second, and I make a tsking sound. “Maybe not yet, then.”

I run my free hand down her neck and over her nightgown. Her hard nipple pushes against the thin cotton, and I trace my finger around it. I circle the peak, teasing her, and I feel her body start to relax.

“Such a thin nightgown, my princess. Can you not afford something to cover you? Or were you wearing this for your king?”

My hand travels lower this time, to the edge of her nightgown.

“You know it’s my royal right to inspect you. To make sure you’re…” I stop as I reach the hem of the fabric and push it up slightly. “…pure.”

I look down at her naked pussy, seeing it’s completely bare.

“Did you do this for your king?” I run my finger along the inside of her thigh, and her legs fall open for me, exposing more of herself. “Do you want me to touch you?”

I move my hand away from her mouth slowly, and as I do, I run my fingers along her lips. “I want to hear you say it, my princess, that you want me to touch you.”

She licks her lips, and I harden further at the sight. God, how I want her tongue in my mouth.

“Yes,” she whispers into the space between us.

“I will always do as you command, Alena.” I lean down, holding my lips a breath from hers. “Tell me your wishes, and I will make them come true.”

“Kiss me,” she says in answer, and I do.

I press my lips to hers, and her mouth opens for me. I take over, sucking her tongue into my mouth and tasting her heat. I devour her like she is the most succulent treat on earth, and it’s enough to make me fall in love with her. Desire was there from the first moment I saw her picture. But tasting her, feeling her warm body against mine, has my heart binding to hers. There was animalistic need before, and now it’s unstoppable.

I want to taste all of her, so I move my mouth lower, pushing down the thin cloth that covers her breasts and exposing them to me.

Seeing her nearly naked, save for the scrap of material wrapped around her waist, it’s almost too much. Her young ripe breasts and her naked pussy are exposed. All for her king.

“Are you a virgin, Alena? Are you untouched for me?”

She nods, and I see the blush from her cheeks blossom on her breasts.

“When you are under me, you call me King,” I say, running my finger between her breasts. “I’m your god, princess. I’m the beginning and the end of your world. I will give you everything you ask and lay it all at your feet, but there is nothing beyond me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, my king.”

“You are absolutely perfect, princess. There isn’t anything on earth I’ve seen that is as lovely as what’s now mine.”

I place a kiss between her breasts, then run my nose along each one, feeling their softness. I kiss the underside of one and then take a nipple in my mouth. I give the same treatment to the next, and I hear a small whine come from her.

“Shall I kiss lower?” I ask, moving down her body slightly. “Such a beautiful body for me to pleasure.”

Her thighs open a little more for me, and I look down at the glistening nectar on her pussy. I lick my lips and look up to her soft blue eyes.

“I’m going to eat your sweetness, and then I’m going to give you mine.”

7

Alena

I have to be dreaming. Yes, that’s it. I tell myself this as Roman slides up my nightgown, revealing even more of me. I think my heart is going to beat out of my chest. Heat is taking over my entire body, and I shamelessly part my legs even more. I want to bare myself to him, want him to taste me there.

I let all concerns and doubts drift away in that moment. I don’t want to think about anything else but what he’s doing to my body and the things he’s making me feel.

He drags his nose down my belly, and I hear him breathing me in before he begins tasting me. When his warm tongue touches my skin, I come off the bed. His big hands grip my hips, holding me in place inches above the mattress. His dark eyes are on me, and I swear I see that same spark from before. The look makes me moan his name as control slips from me to him.

He growls against my skin as he grips me with his teeth. He doesn’t bite, but sucks me into his mouth, still holding me in his firm grasp.

“Tell me you’re my princess.”

“I’m yours.” It tumbles right out of my mouth without a thought, as if I’ve said it a thousand times.

He growls again. “I can’t wait,” I hear him say, and his mouth his on me again, except this time it lands right on my core.