His Own Princess

PROLOGUE

I sat on the edge of the chair trapped between his rock hard, god-like chisled naked upper body and the plush surface behind me. My heart pounded frantically in my chest, I could feel it vibrating against my rib cage, I held my breath trying not to breathe. To keep my chest from brushing his. He licked his lips, "So beautiful, why are you trying to be a nun? I see so much potential in you. Your mouth, your eyes, your hair, and your rockin' body." He traced my lips with the tip of his finger. His goregous hazel green eyes smothered, his straight blonde hair falling into his eyes and against my will I reached out and pushed some of it from where it had fallen into his line of sight. That simply action seemed to have set off a chain reaction, the look in his eyes got darker, his breath hitched in his throat and his eyes momentarily fluttered shut. When he opened them again he took my pointer finger into his mouth and sucked gently, biting down with the slightest force, enough to elict a moan from me.
I inhaled sharply and hee released my finger, his beautiful pouty lips pulled back into a arrogant smirk. The sight of it filled with rage and I struck him, hard across the face. His cheek turned an angry red as a welt in the shape of my palm stood out against his gloriously tanned skin. He narrowed his eyes and growled, I could feel the anger rolling off him in waves. He did not take kindly to being hit and I was afraid I'd find out just how he retaliated when provoked.  I gulped as he got even closer to my face, our lips merely millimeters from mine, so close that our breath merged basically into one. His left hand shot out and he gripped my jaw with surprising force, I winced and tried to pull back, afraid I had finally broke something fundamental in him when he threw his head forward the rest of the way and his mouth captured mine in a heated, mouth watering, heart stopping kiss. I resisted at first, until his mouth coaxed me to bend to his will.