I reach up to pull his mouth down to mine, tenderlykissing him. He kisses me back, starting to move his body, withdrawing his cock and then thrusting back in.
“Ahhh, that’s so good,” he mutters, raising himself up so that he can see our bodies joined together. “Fuck, Margot. God, you’re so damned beautiful.”
He grabs my wrists and pulls them up above my head, working his thick cock in and out. I dig my heels into his upper back as he starts kissing and biting my neck again. I start to forget the discomfort, focusing instead on the pleasure of his lips on my skin, the wonderful weight of his body against mine.
I moan as he releases my hands in order to palm my breasts. It feels natural to wrap my arms around him to lightly rake my fingernails down his back.
Stellan suddenly withdraws from me, flipping me over. He guides me to my hands and knees, positioning his cock at my entrance before he plunges back inside.
“Ohhh!” I cry out, feeling my innermost muscles clench.
“Your pussy feels so good,” he grits out. He takes my hand and guides it down to my clit, rubbing it in gentle circles. “I want you to come again. Show me what a good girl you are. Make yourself come for me.”
His words send a shudder of pleasure down my spine. He lets go of my hand and grabs my hips, thrusting his cock into me again and again, as hard as he can. I call out, an insensible sound, as I start to touch myself.
The way he is fucking me now is rougher, coarser than before… but for some reason I like it more. A lot more. I close my eyes, rubbing my clit, and feeling the brutal way he handles me, ramming into me over and over again.
An invisible spring tightens deep inside me with every thrust, feeding my craving. My fingers help me along, butit’s really Stellan’s cock that makes little ripples of pleasure swell and burst across my body.
He’s touching some spot deep inside me, a spot that I seem to be able to angle my body just so to encourage him to hit over and over again.
“Yes,” I groan desperately. “Yes, right there… I…”
And then I’m calling out his name, screaming it, as I go over the edge, falling into a deep ocean of pleasure. He stiffens and growls, filling me with three single, brutal thrusts. I can feel him pulsing inside my pussy.
He slows at last, half-collapsing on the bed with me. He turns me over, kissing me tenderly. I cling to him, feeling…
Loved? Freshly fucked? Overwhelmed?
I lay on his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat as it begins to slow. My eyelids begin to droop, and my breathing evens out. I’m not asleep per se, but I’m not far from it. When he speaks, it startles me.
“Ready to go again?” he asks, his voice barely more than a rumble in his chest.
I open my eyes and squint at him. “Again?”
He chuckles, brushing my hair back from my neck. He places a long, lazy kiss on my bare skin. “You want me, don’t you?”
I bite my lip, but we both already know my answer.
It’s yes. It will always be yes, for him.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Stellan
Going back to real life after a full weekend of Margot seems like the world twisting a cruel knife in my gut. And yet here I am, back in the palace, going through my schedule for the next month with Erik and a young woman from the royal press office.
I try not to look completely disinterested as Nora pushes a piece of paper to me across the dining room table.
“These are the schools you are engaged to speak at this month,” she says, looking down at the stack of papers on the table in front of her.
“Mm,” I say vaguely.
Erik clears his throat, looking up from where he’s seated beside me. “Is that a ‘mm, I approve” or a ‘mm, I don’t approve’? Send a smoke signal. Help us out here.”
I consider him, frowning. Then I look at Nora. “I approve of everything you have to present me with today. I think we should wrap this up, don’t you?”
Nora flushes, rising and clearing her throat. She gathers her papers and bobs me a curtsy. “Your highness.”
