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  Aurora

  “Declan,” I gasp again.

  I think I’m losing my mind. I can’t think. I can barely breathe, and I’m pretty sure I can’t open my eyes, but I don’t care because all of this feels incredible, like I’m being swept out to sea by a riptide, but I don’t care.

  Every muscle in my body is tense, and I can tell that something is about to happen, that I’m building toward a huge explosion, but every time I get close, Declan backs off. He slows down, moves his amazing tongue in circles around my clit, but he never gets me there, always stopping just before it happens.

  At least, I think that’s what’s going on. What if he’s really doing the same thing, but I can’t come?

  “Please,” I moan, his tongue on me again, lapping at my clit. “God, Declan, please.”

  He goes faster, his breath hot on my pussy, and I’m driven irresistibly upward, circling higher and higher. My back arches, and despite myself, I grab his hair in my hands.

  “Please,” I whimper, but his tongue slows to a crawl.

  I can breathe again, but I still haven’t reached that peak. I’m so frustrated I could almost cry, but then I feel something else. It’s his rough fingers, stroking my lips, parting them.

  His tongue still moving, Declan slides one finger inside me. Instantly, he hits that spot, the digit moving inside me, and I gasp for air.

  “Oh my God, Declan,” I whimper. “Declan, that feels so good, please don’t stop. Please.”

  He doesn’t but he moves with torturous, glacial slowness, slowly sliding a second finger in, stretching me gently, moving them together.

  No one has ever done this to me before. Any of it. I’ve been kissed, and that’s it, and I know that this is dirty and I shouldn’t be doing it, but I can’t stop.

  “More,” I gasp.

  I think he chuckles, but I can’t tell. I roll my hips insistently, still desperate with desire. All I want is for him to fuck me with one more finger, find that spot inside me, fill me up and stretch me out.

  And I want Declan to make me come, finally push me over that edge. I don’t even care how he does it — it’s what I need.

  “Please, Declan,” I moan again, my hands tight on the sheets. “Please.”

  But he doesn’t do what I want, and instead, his tongue slows to lazy circles around my clit, close but not touching me, deliberate torture. I’m gasping for air, legs spread wide, completely open to him and at his mercy.

  Slowly, he adds another finger. I bite my lip, gasping with pleasure, feeling my tight pussy stretch around him, reveling in the sensation. He twists his hand inside me, and for a split second there’s a pinch of pain, but then only pleasure.

  Gradually, he licks at me again, his fingers moving in the same rhythm.

  Now he’s going to make me come, I think. At last.

  I can’t believe I doubted that he could, but I never thought I’d be here, in this position — completely at Declan’s mercy, desperate for his touch, moaning his name and begging him for release.

  Declan adds a third finger. My toes curl, and I throw my head back, arching off the bed as I whimper.

  I’m walking a tightrope right now, and with the slightest movement I’ll finally fall off, have that first, blissful orgasm, but I don’t. Declan knows exactly what I’m doing, and even though I’m easily in his power right now, he doesn’t let me come.

  Even though I want it, desperately, Declan doesn’t let me come.

  Suddenly, he stops. He pulls his fingers out and kneels over me, still totally clothed, his eyes boring into mine with an intensity I can barely fathom.

  Then, he holds his fingers out to me, touching my lips with my own juices.

  I’m wide-eyed, astonished, because I don’t know what’s going on.

  Is this a normal part of sex? Is this what happens?

  “Lick me clean,” he orders, his voice low and commanding.

  I can smell my powerful arousal on his fingers, and even though I’m unsure about this, I can’t refuse Declan. Not now, my whole body buzzing and humming. Not when every desire I have is concentrated into his form.

  “Be a good girl,” he whispers, and I open my mouth.

  Declan pushes his fingers inside my mouth, all at once, and the taste of myself is almost overwhelming. I suck on his fingers, licking them, swallowing my own salty-sweet juices again and again.

  I can’t believe I’m doing this, I think. I can’t believe he’s talking to me this way, I can’t believe...

  But I like it. Licking myself from his fingers, following his commands, I’m impossibly turned on. I think the slightest touch might send me straight over the edge and into bliss, so I lick and suck greedily, making sure to get every last sticky drop from him.

  Finally, he takes his fingers from my mouth, still wet, and slides them down my body, tracing around one nipple and then the other. I can see his massive erection tenting up the suit pants he’s still wearing, and the sight of it makes me half aroused, half afraid.

  Declan watches me hungrily, like I’m a steak and he’s a starving man, like he’s going to take his time savoring me. Slowly, he unbuttons his shirt, revealing a hard sculpted chest, pecs, and abs rippling in the moonlight.

  I hold my breath, reaching out to touch him, my fingers moving slowly over the perfection of his body, pussy practically drooling with wetness. They land on the button of his pants, and I look at him, suddenly unsure.

  But Declan just laughs.

  “Go ahead, Princess,” he says, his voice low.

  I unbutton his pants, unzip them, and suddenly his enormous cock springs out and I gasp. Declan takes me by the wrist and guides my hand to it, wrapping my fingers around the impossibly thick shaft.

  “Oh,” I breathe.

  I’ve never touched a penis before. I’ve never even seen one in person, but this is... nice.

  Very nice. His cock fills my whole fist, hard as a steel rod, and as I stroke it he groans, bending over me, pushing my knees over his shoulders.

  “It feels so good to finally have you touch my cock, Princess,” he murmurs into my ear. “Tell me what else you want me to do with it.”

  Fuck me, I think, surprising even myself. I want you to fuck me with this as hard as you can.

  “Make me come,” I whisper, unable to actually express my thought. “Please, Declan, I want you to make me come.”

  He groans again, pushing his shaft through my hand, the tip brushing against my belly.

  “How?” he growls.

  “With this,” I whisper. “I want you to...”

  I can’t. I can’t. I want to, but I can’t bring myself to say the words fuck me out loud.

  “Beg me,” he murmurs.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Declan

  I need her to say it. Need her. I want those words from her pretty lips, want to hear this perfect princess beg for my cock.

  “Say it,” I tell her again, my lips brushing the shell of her ear, sending shivers down her whole body. “Beg me, Aurora.”

  Her hand squeezes my cock even tighter, my vision going white around the edges. Just being this close to her is completely intoxicating, almost maddening.

  “Declan,” she whispers. “Please.”

  I lower one hand, tease her nipple, pinching it almost too hard, and she moans.

  “Please make me come,” she goes on, her voice breathy.

  I could. I could do it now, in seconds, her sweet, tight body already so close. I could have made her come three times by now, she’s so wet and ready for me.

  For this.

  “Beg me,” I tell her. “Beg me to fuck you like you want to be fucked, Princess.”

  I twist her nipple in my fingers, just hard enough to cause a flash of pain before the pleasure. Aurora cries out, her back arching below me, her hand tightening harder on my cock.

  “Declan,” she whispers again, her fingers clawing into my back.

  I take the lobe of her ear between my teeth, because I can
feel myself slowly unraveling, losing control, close to simply taking her before she does what I’ve said.

  “Please fuck me, Declan,” Aurora finally whispers, her voice barely audible.

  It’s all I need. I shove my trousers off, her hand releasing me, one of her knees over my shoulder, and I position the thick head of my cock at her slippery entrance as she moans.

  I’ve had dozens of women — hundreds, maybe — but right now, in this moment, I know that Aurora is going to be different. Most of those women I barely thought about again the next day, but I’m already obsessed with her, desperate to be inside her tight, virgin channel.

  I ease into her, slowly, listening to her gasp of pleasure as I do. She stretches around me, hands scrabbling at my back, her whole body writhing underneath me with pleasure as I make her mine.

  Aurora moans. She whimpers, saying my name over and over again as I slide my thick cock into her, even though what I really want is to thrust myself inside her all at once, fuck her hard and deep and fast until she’s screaming, coming so hard she can’t remember her own name.

  But it’s her first time, so I go slowly. Even though it makes me nearly crazy I give her time to stretch as I fill her completely, her tightness threatening to consume me completely.

  I’ve never fucked anyone like this. I’ve never wanted someone so badly, and I’ve never been so overwhelmed by a girl before. Aurora’s perfect, being inside her is sheer bliss.

  At last I’m hilted, buried completely inside her, skin-to-skin.

  “You moan like a good girl,” I say into her ear. “You say my name like a good girl.”

  I start to fuck her, slowly. Her eyelids flutter and she breathes harder, her eyes going unfocused.

  “And you take my cock like a good girl.”

  “Declan,” she breathes. “Make me come, please, I need it...”

  I keep going, slow and steady, letting myself fill her completely. Her body jolts and she cries out every time I hit the bundle of nerves along her sensitive front wall, and I can already feel her fluttering and clenching around me, but I’m not going to give in that easily.

  I want Aurora’s first orgasm to be earth-shattering, world-ending, so every time I feel her getting close, I slow down.

  Her nails claw at my back. I’m certain that she’s leaving welts, and it feels like I’m on fire, but I don’t care. I just keep fucking my princess, watching her as she slowly goes out of her mind.

  “Declan, I can’t take it anymore,” she finally murmurs, looking at me through half- lidded eyes. “Make me come.”

  That’s it. I drive myself into her harder, faster, and I’m rewarded with her gasps and moans of pleasure, the feeling of her body jolting under mine. Right now, Aurora is completely under my power — her body mine. It’s up to me whether she comes, and I bury my face in her neck and let myself go.

  All at once, Aurora’s pussy clenches around me like a fist and she screams, one hand in my hair and the other clawing at my back. I grind my teeth together as she comes, tightening around my rhythmically as she moans and screams. My name is somewhere in there, but I’ve finally lost control, fucking her as hard and fast and deep as I possibly can.

  Finally, I can’t hold out any longer. Aurora is still coming, still spasming and clenching around me, and I drive myself deep and spend myself inside her, coming hard and long into my princess.

  “Declan,” she whispers, over and over again, shudders passing through her. “Oh my God, Declan.”

  I’m so spent that I’m shaking, not sure if I can even move right now, but I take a deep breath of her scent.

  “That feel good, Princess?” I ask.

  “Yes,” she whispers.

  “You like feeling my big thick cock come inside you?”

  “Yes,” she whispers again.

  “Good,” I say.

  After a long time, I pull out. There’s a spot of blood on the sheets, along with my seed spilling out of her, but she scoots out of it and nestles her head against my shoulder, looking up at me in the moonlight.

  Out of nowhere, I kiss her on the forehead, and she smiles up at me, sleepily.

  “We should go before we get caught,” I murmur.

  Aurora looks down, like she’s disappointed. I reach over and tilt her chin up.

  “Come back tomorrow night,” I whisper.

  I’m not sure what I’m doing, suddenly.

  I don’t say nice things to girls after I’ve fucked them. Hell, I rarely fuck anyone in a bed, so when I’m done bending someone over a chair or the backseat of a limousine, we both clean up and go about our way.

  But strangely, I want to stay here, with her. I want to fall asleep with her head on my shoulder, her red hair splayed across the pillows.

  Knock it off, I tell myself. This is temporary. You’re just using each other for sex, because Aurora needed an orgasm and because you needed...

  I stare at the ceiling for a moment.

  You just needed release and she was nearby, I lie to myself.

  “Do I have to wait that long?” she asks.

  “Unless you want your brother to find out,” I tell her. “And this time, Aurora, be naked.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Aurora

  I tiptoe back down the winding spiral stairs, shoes in hand so they don’t make noise. It’s now far too late for me to be anywhere but bed — if I get caught, it’ll be suspicious.

  Luckily, for now at least, I’m above suspicion. I’ve never done anything that would warrant it — the perfect, sweet, virginal princess.

  Formerly perfect, formerly virginal, I think, creeping downward as a final drop of Declan’s semen makes it way down my inner thigh.

  I smile at my secret. Even though I’m exhausted and a little sore, just the memory of it — of Declan growling in my ear, pumping himself into me, filling me up — has me ready to do it all again, right now.

  I can’t believe I begged him. I can’t believe I said those things.

  I reach the bottom step, push the heavy wooden door open, and look to either side.

  The coast is clear. The entrances of the palace are heavily guarded, of course, but the interior corridors are only patrolled about once an hour. After all, a visiting dignitary heading to the kitchen for a drink of water isn’t the real threat — those come from outside.

  I make my way out of the west wing of the palace, crossing through silent, dark salons, chambers, and halls, until I’m at the south wing, where the royal residences are. I’m half lost in a dreamland, half fantasizing about tomorrow night, the things that Declan and I will do.

  There are so many positions to try, I think. So many other things to do...

  I blush at the thought, despite myself.

  Just because he made you feel good once doesn’t mean you should get too involved, I tell myself, sternly. There’s always—

  “Miss,” a voice barks, and I stop dead in my tracks. “Halt!”

  I’m rooted to the spot, pretty sure that’s the voice of Hans, the head of palace security.

  I’m caught. Busted. Shit.

  “Please turn slowly and don’t make any sudden moves,” he goes on.

  I take a deep breath, and slowly spin until I’m facing him. The second I am, his face changes.

  “Your Highness,” he says, ducking my head. “My apologies, please, I didn’t recognize you from behind — and at this hour —”

  Even though Hans is all contrition, he glances at the shoes in my hand. They’re strappy high heels, appropriate for a ball — not what anyone would put on to take a midnight stroll.

  For that matter, neither is my ball gown.

  Nervously, I smile at Hans.

  “I couldn’t sleep,” I say, apologetically.

  “Of course, Your Highness,” he says. “I’m so sorry, I thought you were an intruder.”

  “Just me.” I smile.

  He bows again, gesturing for me to continue on my way, so I walk back to my room, heart thumping.
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br />   He knows I’m lying, I think. And he might tell my father, and then my father will want to know where I was until so late, dressed like this...

  In my room, I shut the door, then lean my forehead against it.

  If he asks, just tell him that Bianca had boy drama, I think. She’s always having boy drama, somehow, even though she’s never really had a boyfriend.

  He thinks she’s a drama queen. He’ll believe it.

  I take a deep breath, satisfied, and get ready for bed. Once my head hits the pillow, I’m asleep in seconds.

  “Tea?” Declan offers, lifting the ceramic pot.

  I fight the blush rising into my cheeks and smile at him, innocently.

  “Thank you,” I say.

  Beg me to fuck you, I think of him saying. My hand jerks, and I splash tea on my saucer.

  Luckily, no one notices, and I set the teapot back on the table without looking at him.

  “...And that means that either we appease Lord Hardson and his idiot sons by playing tennis with them in the early afternoon, or we please Lady Rostra by attending her tea party,” my father is saying.

  Next to him, my mother sighs.

  “I don’t see why we have to appease either of them, dear,” she says. “Neither of them carries any real weight in Parliament, and it isn’t as if we need their support for any political dealings in the coming months. Besides which, even though they’re both preening nincompoops, I think if something important came up, they could see past tennis...”

  Suddenly, I realize Grayson is staring at me across the table. I smile at him, hoping I look sunny and innocent, but he doesn’t smile back. He looks lost in thought, like he’s trying to figure something out.

  I take a big bite of scone and look away.

  He doesn’t know, I tell myself. How could he know? Hans wouldn’t have a reason to say anything, and besides, it would be a lot of assumptions for Grayson to make...

  We all keep eating. I stay quiet, even though Declan is laughing and joking with everyone at the table, having himself a grand old time. I can’t help but alternate between being worried and being jealous — worried that somehow, my brother’s found out, and jealous that Declan is paying attention to other people, even other women.