"What if it was the prince who needed saving?"
Not receiving an ounce of love even in his childhood, he became heartless. His cold exterior scared people away, and not to mention his detached, unemotional personality. Haunted by his past, he was use...
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I don't think I've ever been this hard. Or nervous. Or scared.
But fuck, no one's ever done this to me. No one's ever made me feel like she does.
Maybe it's the way her soft, plump lips move against my own. I've daydreamed about kissing them for so long that it almost seems like a fantasy. She tastes so sweet. So fucking sweet it leaves me craving for more.
Maybe it's the way her hands trace my body like she wants to memorise it. Maybe it's the way she gently moans my name, or bites her lip, or grinds on my fucking thigh, but it leaves me so fucking hard its ridiculous.
My lips don't leave hers even as I carry her inside the temple, setting her down on the cold, rough floor.
The reason I brought her here was just so we could spend some time together. I had never fathomed that this would happen. If I had known, I'd have bought a few blankets.
Just so the floor doesn't dig into that baby soft skin of hers.
You're about to fuck her, Zane, and you're worrying about the floor hurting her?
If it had been anyone else, I wouldn't.
I pin her hands on both sides and continue kissing her. With each kiss, her body arches against mine, a loud gasp escaping her lips.
The cold breeze hits my body, trailing goosebumps. She traces them.
"I'm undressed. You're not. Doesn't seem fair now, does it?" I smirk. Her eyes roll as she holds the hem of her dress and lifts it over her head. "Happy?"
I gaze down at her upper body. She's wearing a grey sports bra, but that doesn't change the way my dick springs when I see it. My face moves down between her breasts and I tug at the fabric. She arches her back, a loud moan leaving her mouth. In a second, her hands are tangled in my hair, pushing my face into her chest.
I take the fabric in between my teeth and tug a little, looking up at her for consent.
"It's all yours" She throws her head back when I tear it from her body, throwing it somewhere in the large room.
I feel my body heat up at the sight of her bare chest. The dark buds pebble when the cold air of the room hits her body. I drop my head to her breasts and take one in my mouth.
The sound she makes is my new favourite melody.
I suck, digging my nails into her waist. She continues moaning my name, her hands shoot out to grasp my hair when I lightly bite it.
"Fuck, they're so pretty"
I say once I pull away. Before she gets the chance to respond, my lips find hers again and I grasp her hair, pulling it back. At first, I thought she might not like this, since it may hurt, but the reaction she has makes me want to hurt her even more.
