His temples pounded with his blood pressure, and he pressed inside her with his finger past his second knuckle.
She moaned, holding her knees up and out to the sides so he could see the pink of her pussy reddening.
He pulled his finger out and spread more lube on his hand, forming a thick bead between his first two fingers. He hovered above her, bracing himself on one arm and both knees, and then he pressed those two fingers inside of her.
Her eyebrows pinched together, and he watched her breathe through the pressure until he was stroking into her with two fingers, and her breathing quickened.
She was going to come.
He wanted her toexplode.
He could take her from behind, but he wanted to watch her face as he entered that secret, forbidden place on her and then keep watching when he made her come so hard she cried out.
He pulled his fingers out and squeezed lube on the bulbous head of his cock, angling himself at the slick entrance of her ass. “Relax.”
Her face clenched.
He covered her with this body, rubbing his cheek over hers and nuzzling her as his cock pressed at her ass. His voice dropped as he commanded,“I said to relax.”
She took a deep breath, and then her knees dropped lower and wider to her sides as she unclenched.
“Good girl, and hands around my back.”
Her fingertips tendrilled on his skin, the lightest of pressures, her fingernails slowly tracing invisible lines from his waist and over his ribs to his shoulders.
He growled in her ear, “Show me you like it when it hurts,” and he slowly, ruthlessly, squeezed inside of her until his balls were tight against her butt cheeks.
Her back arched under him, and she gasped. Her fingernails became bright stripes of ecstasy over his skin.
Relief flooded his body.
He was already so close, trembling on the ragged edge of orgasm, but he was going to force her to come again. He slid his other hand between them and found her clit with his thumb, circling it at first, barely moving his hips, and then she moaned under him.
That breathy sound meant she was tightening inside, and even her asshole clenched farther down on him like a vice straining against the steel of his erection. He stroked with his thumb, long deep swipes from the point of her slit down to her opening, slipping his thumb inside her before he dragged it through her folds again.
Her hips bucked as the pad of his thumb scraped over the firm nub of her clit.
She bit her lip and grated her fingernails over his back again.
God, keep doing it.
She was going to rip him to pieces, flay the muscle from his bones and rip the chambers of his heart from each other.
His body surged toward release.
Twice more, and she was straining upward, her neck and back bowed as he pulled back and then forced himself through the solid ring of muscle guarding her.
One more time and she cried out with her mouth open in astonishment, pulsing around his thumb and his cock deep inside her, shrieking,“Yes!”
As she pulsed, Maxence pounded into her ass, an instinctive thrust and blast of release.
His orgasm ripped through him, tearing him apart until he was nothing.
Sovereign Prince Maxence and Dree Clark were an hour late making their entrance at the gala ball that evening. Everyone remarked about the lovely high-necked, deep blue gown she’d changed into and how brave she was for surmounting her scare and making an appearance.
They danced until dawn, and Maxence was surprised that he couldn’t remember whether anyone else had been in the vast Grimaldi Forum because he only had eyes for Dree.
Chapter Thirty-Five
