Princess Amara

Chapter Thirty-Two

The situation had most definitely gotten away from me. 

I can honestly say that. 

Sure, I had literally just been about to let another man kiss me, before I found myself in a completely different man's bed. 

And sure, I would have let myself slide had it just been a short kiss. 

Because emotions were running high. I'm not sure what exactly it was that I was feeling, but it was a surge of emotions that range from super fucking relieved to super fucking happy. 

His body was so warm, boarding on hot, yet there was a coldness about him that snaked over my body, from my spine up to my neck and then down to my chest. 

It really had started as a simple kiss, almost to ensure that we were really there, that I was as real for him as he was for me. 

I completely blame him for how absolutely fucking hot this kiss turned. 

It started with the fact that he was sleeping naked. Again. 

And it hadn't taken me long to feel or realize that he had rolled over top of me completely naked,  his lips still scorching mine. 

Then his thigh had squeezed between the two of my legs, leaving a sensation like no other to rock through my body, my mouth gasping open as I slowly started to comprehend the magnitude of what he could do to me, what he could make me feel, how he was making me feel. 

And then his tongue was in my mouth, slow, hot, and thick as he tasted me, explored me like no man had ever done. 

And fuck me, but I'm a weak bitch. 

My legs fell open allowing him to settle on top of me, straining against me, his muscles gliding over my skin as he taught me something new, worshipped me, tasted me, and fucking claimed me as if I never had a choice. 

And fuck if I ever wanted another choice again. 

His hands traveled down my jaw, over my neck before he tilted my chin up to plunge himself deeper into my mouth. 

It was dirty and demanding, and so fucking controlling that all I could do was moan into lips. No one had ever handled me like this, held me like this, dominated me like this. 

I was a Princess. 

A fucking flower to be stared at, maybe petted once in a while, but always held delicately. 

Always. 

And he didn't hold me like that at all.

He held me like he could never let go, kept me like I was his, like he knew I wasn't delicate, far from it, and he was here to test every limit, every boundary until I crumbled and broke, and then 'fuck if I won't put you back together again'.

His other hand slid down the side of my body, until he reached my thigh. He hiked my leg up over his waist, and then he ruined me. 

His powerful body moved like a wave as he rocked into me, as he pressed against the thin layer of my underwear, sending a cry of pleasure into his greedy mouth as he continue to memorized me with his mouth. 

The warmth of his naked body, snug between my bare thighs. 

I was in trouble. 

His body grind against mine again, power in every stroke as his member pressed against my core. 

The situation had full on taken a paid vacation and fucking left the building. 

I arched into him, desperate to meet his strokes, the pleasure causing me to bite hard into his bottom lip.