Page 164 of Prince of Diamonds


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To stay where I am—and not move.

Maybe because I’m dizzy.

The smile on my lips is hidden by the obscurity. Still, I bite down on it.

The flush on my face tells of my shame, but it’s hidden in secrecy and shadows.

His commanding presence doesn’t soften.

Pushing a knee under my thigh, his hand comes through the dark and slaps my leg—hitting it aside.

I’m completely exposed.

Before I can fall to the urge to shut my legs, to hide from him even in darkness, he’s shoved himself between my spread legs and—

A gasp hitches me.

He wastes no more moments, not another second, before he’s pushing the head of his cock along my slick core.

The wetness from his tongue in the corridor welcomes him—but so many moments have passed since then, and the nerves are biting back into me, gnawing at my insides.

My thighs tense, as if ready to press into his hips, to try and shut him out.

But the moment my muscles tense, he shoves into me.

My back arches off the mattress with a shout.

The suddenness, the fullness—I didn’t expect it. I didn’t know it was coming.

I hit out at him.

My hand collides with his bicep, stronger than I remember it, and not a moment after, his hand finds my neck—and clasps, firm.

The grip isn’t tight enough to choke me, but it pins me down as his nose grazes along my cheekbone.

My hands clutch onto his arms, nails digging into bare, smooth flesh.

It doesn’t slow him down.

His mouth turns for mine, a harsh chaste kiss that mushes my lips and aches my teeth—and I grunt as he slams further,deeperinto me.

The darkness twists around me.

My head is dizzied more and more with his thrusts, and through the daze, I swear I feel him release inside of me.

The twitch of his cock against my tense walls, the spill of warmth, the twist of his mouth against mine—

I think he’s finished, but I think too soon.

The mattress feels like a waterbed beneath me.

It’s like the world warps, stretching darkness, and everything wobbles.

He shoves up from me.

Knees pressing into the mattress, dipping it, his hand flexes on my neck, like he’s battling off another rush.

I know he climaxed.