Chapter 17 #2
“Then I guess I need to do something about that.”
I was vaguely cognizant he’d reached around me, turning off the water. When he opened the shower door, the rush of cold air was exhilarating, the shock of the temperature difference exactly what I needed to be able to breathe again.
For some crazy reason, I thought he was finished.
But I was oh-so wrong.
Even though his hold as he pulled me from the shower was gentle, I sensed within seconds he had no intention of stopping.
Another rush of adrenaline flowed through every muscle as he positioned me in front of the bathroom counter, using his huge hand to wipe steam from the mirror.
My laugh wasn’t subtle, louder as the clear spot fogged up again.
“You think that’s funny?” he murmured.
“Yes. I do.”
“Then I guess I’ll need to teach you another lesson.” He gripped my hips, yanking me away from the edge, even pressing one hand against the small of my back before driving his dick back into my aching pussy.
“So bad,” I managed. “So horrible.”
“That’s not what you said last night when you were begging me to fuck you in every hole. Do you remember that, my sweet Emmeline?”
Every time he used my name, I was thrown by how the sound reverberated in my ears. “Not at all.”
His chuckle sent another wave of shivers through me. “Oh, you did. I do so adore it when you beg me. Do it again.”
This time, I was the one to wipe my hand across the glass. “Not a chance.”
A single slap of his hand across my backside and I threw my head back, laughing. He wasn’t daunted, pushing me down until my face was inches away from the glass. His fucking was even more relentless, every sensation something I’d never felt before.
How could the different angles alter the electric vibrations so much?
Gasping, I slapped my hand on the glass, meeting every brutal thrust. His fingers dug into the skin of my hip, holding me in place.
As if I had any intention of going anywhere.
Every few seconds I swatted the mirror, longing to see our faces as he fucked me. When it was finally clear enough, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. We were too good together, magical in ways few couples ever achieved.
But the passion we shared never seemed enough. This morning was a perfect example. He was insatiable in his needs, refusing to back down to anything I said. He’d flipped the scenario. Where I’d thought I might garner some control, he’d closed the door with a simple statement.
I belonged to him.
Even now, with every word he spoke there was a quiet power in his voice. The man was predatory in every move he made, a beast in the wild, which was why he was so good at hunting and securing family enemies.
He rolled his hand down my spine, taking his time caressing my skin. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, enjoying his facial features and the constant changes when he moved even an inch.
This was another moment of mapping every inch of my naked body. I’d also heard the hesitation in his voice when talking to Jaxon. Donatello had been unwilling to confess his sins to my brother. Not that I blamed him. I simply didn’t think it was possible for him to do given his honor.
There were so many things I’d been very wrong about.
Maybe I was too busy basking in the simple joy of being here with him. So when he pressed his thumb into my dark hole, I was shocked into a strangled moan. The sound of my outcry seemed to please him, his lips upturning in a hint of amusement.
He continued electrifying every inch of my body, driving his cock in deep, long strokes.
I knew exactly what he was doing and the basking moment of excitement was unexpected. He was simply making good on his promise to own every inch of me.
Every kiss.
Every breath.
Every night of passion.
They all belonged to him.
When he removed his cock, rubbing the tip up and down the crack of my ass, I clawed the mirror. He lifted his heated gaze, lowering his eyes so slowly I couldn’t see them moving. At the same time, he pushed his cockhead in by an inch.
My gasp brought a smile to his face, the amusement turning into an acceptance that he now owned me. How strange to completely understand exactly what was happening between us and how things had changed.
Being a member of the Prince family no longer mattered, not in the sense of authority. Not that I’d ever been in charge of someone so utterly ruthless and unforgiving.
When he pushed in another inch, my entire body began to shake.
“Relax, sweet Ambrosia. I won’t hurt you.”
He had no understanding that he already had, but not in any way I could explain or even understand. But all was forgiven with his possessive words. I gripped the edge of the sink, arching my back as he tenderly pressed his cock inside.
The discomfort was there, but as with everything else about our acts of intimacy, the pleasure was all that mattered.
With a hard final thrust, he drove the remainder of his shaft inside, still smiling seeing my facial expression.
“This is so wrong.” I don’t know why I was tempting the beast lurking inside. Perhaps I wanted to hear him telling me that I wasn’t getting away from him. Not now. Not ever.
“Perhaps, la mia bellezza.”
My beauty. Every time he whispered a single word in Italian, my pussy got wetter.
“But the electricity between us is very real and refuses to be shoved aside. Make no mistake about what I said before. You are mine.”
What was it about the frankness of his words that aroused me as much as when he touched me?
With every brutal stroke, I was driven onto my toes. The steam had returned in full force and neither one of us seemed to care. He fucked me as if we would never be together again, his stamina as incredible as everything else about him.
Every sound was gruff and unforgiving. Every touch of his hand forceful. And I was enjoying every moment of being taken roughly by him.
This was what surrendering fully and completely to a man was like.
Seconds turned into minutes, the sheer ecstasy all consuming.
With a squeeze of my muscles, he threw his head back and I was rewarded with his vocal loss of control just as he erupted deep inside.
Maybe this was the actual moment that had changed everything between us, blurring all the fine yet detailed lines while destroying the iron shackles we’d both worn.
And the beautiful way my body responded to his was worth whatever I’d go through with my family. More than that. Ten times over.
This was the first time that I could remember being so happy.
The very first time.