“Hi,” I whisper, suddenly shy when we’re nose to nose.
“Hiya,” he replies. His copper eyes are twinkling in the darkness, and his lips are twitched up slightly into a grin.
I lean down and take his full lips with my own, marveling at how soft they
are, how much I love the taste as I run my tongue along their seam. He opens up, and I flick my tongue against his. The man shivers against me, and he moans.
While his hands never move from their resting spot on my hips, his fingertips twitch and dig into my flesh.
My hands on his chest find his nipples through the smattering of coarse dark
hair. The man moans appreciatively as I begin to tease and touch him, instinctively touching him the way I enjoy being touched.
Leaning down, I kiss and suck on the warm salty skin of his neck. A thrill of pleasure courses through me as I feel his moans of pleasure against my lips. I scoot down his body slowly, leaving a trail of kisses. The man doesn’t make any move to stop me or take over. I freeze for a second when I feel his hardness beneath me, which wasn’t there before.
“Fuck, Princess,” he groans out as I take one of his nipples between my lips
and suck it to the roof of my mouth. His hands move up my body and tangle in
my hair.
Lifting myself onto my knees, I slowly continue to move down his body, following the trail of hair from his navel down to his thick cock.
“Fuck,” he mutters as I gently grasp him in my hand, feeling his weight and
girth.
Leaning forward, I take a tentative lick of the mushroomed head, not knowing what I’m doing or even if I really want to try and suck this man off. It’s not an act I have enjoyed. But I find, for this man, I’m willing to try.
“Not tonight, Princess,” he says, interrupting my thoughts by fisting my hair tightly—stilling my movements.
“You don’t want me to?”
“I think my cock is making it pretty clear it wants nothing more than to be in that sexy mouth of yours. But I’m tabling its decision until later.”
Doing an impressive ab-curl, he reaches down and takes hold of my arms, dragging me back up his body so we are once again face-to-face.
“Who are you?” I wonder aloud. Who is this man of confusing
contradictions?
A shadow of some unknown emotion flits across the man’s face before he quickly clears it into his seemingly normal stoic demeanor.
“I’m a man who needs to get some sleep.”
“But what about … ?” I ask vaguely, gesturing toward his erect cock.
Ignoring my question the man flips us so I’m once again safely tucked against his body. Then he pulls up the covers and tucks us back underneath.
“No more nightmares, Princess” he commands tersely before placing a
confusingly sweet kiss on my forehead.
I’m left reeling. Who is this man?
16
LILY
“How are you feeling this morning, Princess?” a groggy voice asks
from behind as the arm draped across my middle tightens
slightly.
I jump, and it takes me a moment to wake enough to be aware of my surroundings. I quickly realize I’m still stuck in the same nightmare I have been living in for the past few weeks. I don’t want to admit to myself that waking up next to the man who bought me last night isn’t an entirely unpleasant experience.
Maybe if I try hard enough I can convince myself I only like him because he has been the first person to be kind to me since my abduction. Not because he makes me feel both safe and cared for.
One minute he’s unrelenting and demanding, then the next he’s gentle and full of normal conversation as if we were getting to know each other. Almost as if last night was some strange one-night stand.
“Princess?”
Closing my eyes again, I answer sleepily, “I’m okay.” Which every man should know is code for I’m miserable, angry, unhappy, annoyed, or a combination of all those feelings, but I don’t want to talk to you about it.
“Just okay?” he asks, clearly not knowing the true meaning of the phrase. “I
think we can do better than that.”
