Chapter 19 #2
I moaned against his mouth; the sound torn from deep in my chest as pleasure and pain blurred together.
My nearly naked body pressed against his still-clothed form, the rough fabric of his suit scraping at my sensitive skin in the most delicious way.
I was desperate for more contact, clawing at his shoulders, trying to eliminate every inch of space between us, needing to feel his flesh against mine with an urgency that bordered on madness.
"Is this what you wanted, Princess?" he growled against my mouth, tugging my head back to expose my throat. His teeth scraped down my neck, sending shivers racing across my skin. "To be fucked hard by your bodyguard?"
"Yes," I gasped as his mouth fastened on the sensitive juncture of my neck and shoulder. "God, yes."
He backed me towards the bed, his hands seemingly everywhere at once—gripping my hair, he cupped my breast, his fingers extended to flick my nipples the sensation foreign but fantastic, sliding down to cup my arse through the thin lace twisting his finger around the lace strap on my hip pulling it up with a force that made the seam of my knickers catch on my clit, rub against me without mercy.
When my legs hit the mattress, he pushed me down, closing in over me like some primal force of nature.
"Take off your clothes," I demanded, catching his tie, twisting it around my fist and pulling James closer.
His hand caught mine, unraveling my makeshift leash.
He pinned me to the bed. Leaning in close to the side of my head.
His teeth grazed the side of my ear as he spoke.
"You don't give the orders here." His voice was a rough caress that made my core clench with need.
Tonight, you're not Princess Evangeline. You're just mine. Do you understand?"
I nodded, breathless.
"Say it," he commanded, his free hand trailing down my stomach to the edge of my knickers. "Tell me who you belong to tonight."
"You," I whispered, arching into his touch. "I'm yours, James."
Something dangerous and possessive flashed in his eyes. "That's right." His fingers slipped beneath the lace, finding me wet and yielding. A satisfied smile curved his lips. "So eager for me, aren't you? Is this how a princess behaves?"
I gasped as his finger circled my clit with maddening precision. "I told you—tonight I'm not a princess."
"No," he agreed, edging one thick finger inside me, making me moan. "Tonight, you're my slut. Wet and hungry for my cock."
The crude words from his usually controlled mouth sent a shock of arousal through me. He had never spoken to me like that, and I had never wanted it until now. Coming from James, it was unbearably erotic.
"Yes," I breathed, spreading my legs wider to give him better access. "Please, James."
He withdrew his hand, eliciting a whimper of protest from me.
With deliberate slowness, he loosened his tie, then unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a torso sculpted by years of military training.
Scars marked his skin—a testament to a past I knew little about.
I reached out to trace one that curved across his ribs, but he caught my wrist.
"Keep your hands above your head," he ordered. "Don't move them until I say you can."
I obeyed, crossing my wrists above me, feeling impossibly vulnerable and aroused by my submission.
James stripped off his shirt and trousers in a choreograph of lust. My eyes widened at the sight of him fully naked—all lean muscle and barely unleashed power.
His cock stood thick and rigid, bigger than I'd anticipated.
He saw my expression and smiled, a predatory curve of his lips. "Having second thoughts, Princess?"
"No," I said firmly. "I want all of you."
He knelt on the bed, his hands sliding up my legs to hook in the waistband of my knickers. With one swift movement, he tore the delicate lace apart, the sound of ripping fabric loud in the quiet room.
"I'll buy you new ones," he said, tossing the ruined underwear aside. "Dozens of them so that I can tear them off you."
The promise in his words—that this wouldn't be a one-time encounter—sent a thrill through me. But before I could dwell on it, his mouth was on my inner thigh, biting and sucking marks into my skin as he worked his way higher.
"James," I gasped, fighting to keep my hands where he'd placed them.
"So fucking beautiful," he murmured against my skin. "I've dreamed of tasting you for months."
Then his mouth was on me, his tongue delving into my pussy with devastating skill, and the savage heat rolled through me in waves. I cried out, my back arching off the bed as pleasure speared through me. He growled against my flesh; the vibration intensified the sensation.
"That's it," he said, his breath hot against my core. "Let me hear you. No one can hear us out here. You can scream as loud as you want when I make you come."
His words, combined with the relentless skill of his tongue, pushed me rapidly towards the edge. When he slid two thick fingers inside me, curving them to hit exactly the right spot, I shattered, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crashed over me.
"James!," I gasped, my hips lifting off the bed, desperate for more. My legs were vibrating, my body so close to unraveling again. He pulled back slightly, lips slick with my arousal, and looked up at me with dark, possessive eyes.
“Hmm, I said I have wanted you, I mean all of you.” I watched him straighten his pose, his cock still hard and rigid occasionally brushing against my thigh.
I was losing my mind, but I caught the dark, dominating look in his eyes.
Lifting my legs, James positioned my feet on the edge of the bed. “Open your legs, nice and wide. "
“Whatever you do, do not touch me” I nodded, not understanding what he was about to do. James lowered to the floor. I had lost sight of him. My breathing already erratic, I brought my hands down to grip each side of my thighs, trying to stabilize them.
James was moving on the floor, and I could hear him, but I didn't know his plan.
I was trying not to lose my mind. I felt his warm tongue dance across my labia, his teeth pinching my swollen pussy.
My head rolled back, my back arching as he cupped my arse.
James thrust his tongue deep and curling as he hit a spot that made me scream.
Hungry for my next orgasm his tongue and fingers worked together in unison, I started to break apart I didn’t think I could take much more, my thighs were now vibrating out of control, my clit was so swollen anytime James flicked, sucked and grazed me with his teeth it sent electric shockwaves up my spine.
There was nothing else I could do but beg for sweet release. I wanted his cock.
“James…James,please,James, I can't take much more.” I pleaded.
"Oh, but you will take much,much more. I want to be inside you when you fall apart next."
He withdrew his hand, then leaned forward, kissing me with filthy intention. He reached toward his trousers on the floor. He pulled something from the pocket—a small foil square.
He paused, holding it between his fingers.
"Are you on birth control?" his voice sounded like gravel.
"Yes," I breathed. "I'm on the pill."
His jaw tensed as his eyes met mine. "Good. But I’m still using this tonight. I want to last inside you. I don’t trust myself not to come too fast." He tore the foil open with his teeth, then held the condom out. “Put this on me.”
I sat up, taking the condom from his hand with trembling fingers. My eyes flicked down to his cock—thick, flushed, hard as steel. I pulled in my swollen lower lip, my teeth catching it,, then slowly rolled the latex over him, inch by inch, savouring the way he hissed between his teeth.
“Fuck, Princess,” he growled. “You’re going to make me lose it before I even get inside you.”
Once the condom was on, he pushed me back onto the bed with one powerful hand and spread my thighs with the other. The tip of his cock pressed against my throbbing clit, hot and heavy and demanding.
“Last chance,” he warned, voice tight. “Because once I start, I won’t be able to stop.”
“Then don’t stop,” I whispered, eyes locked on him. “I want it. I want you. Hard. Now.”
With a growl that sounded more animal than man, he slammed into me with one brutal thrust.
I cried out, the sudden fullness stealing my breath, the stretch so intense it bordered on pain—but it was exquisite, exactly what I’d begged for.
“Fuck,” he ground out, eyes clenched shut. “You’re so fucking tight. My cock was made for you.”
As he moved, his thrusts were punishing and deep, his body slamming into mine over and over, the headboard cracking against the wall with each relentless stroke. I clung to the sheets, my whole body jolting beneath him.
“Is this what you fantasised about?” he gritted out, one hand gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. “Me bending you over in secret royal rooms? Fucking you so hard you forget your name?”
“Yes,” I gasped. “More—don’t hold back. I want it rough. I want you to ruin me.”
“Oh, I will,” he snarled. “I’m going to fuck the princess out of you.”
He grabbed my knees, pushing them back toward my chest to angle himself even deeper, and I screamed—no royal decorum, no reserve—just raw need spilling from my lips.
“Look at you,” he panted, sweat dripping from his brow. “So cock-drunk you can’t even speak. Just a filthy little royal whore getting off on her bodyguard’s dick.”
His words made my cunt clench hard around him, the filthy talk triggering something primal inside me.
"You love this," he growled. "You love being used like this, don’t you?"
“Yes! Fuck—yes!”
He shifted, pulling out nearly all the way, then slammed into me again, hard enough to make the mattress bounce.
"I should make you beg to come. Beg like a slut for your orgasm."
“Please, James—God, please—I'm so close.”
“That’s it," he panted, thrusting into me with ruthless abandon,"Come for me. Scream, show me how bad this dirty slut of a princess wants my cock I’m waiting, Princess.”
The brutal pace, the dirty words, the possessive way he looked at me—it was too much. I shattered, my orgasm tearing through me with a scream, back arching off the bed, inner walls clenching around him like a vice.
He swore viciously, pulling out in a rush, yanking the condom off, and fisting his cock. With a low, guttural groan, he came across my stomach, thick streams coating my skin as he collapsed beside me, chest heaving.
For a moment, the only sound in the room was our ragged breathing. Then James reached down, grabbed a nearby cloth, and gently wiped me clean, his touch surprisingly tender.
He stretched out beside me, pulling me into his chest, still breathing hard.
“Jesus Christ,” he muttered against my hair. “You’re going to be the fucking death of me.”
I smiled, body boneless and utterly ruined. “Then what a way to go.”