I bit my lip to stifle the moan, because as inexperienced and as sheltered as I was — I knew what I was feeling. There were, of course, other rumors about Prince Logan besides being cursed. Specifically, rumors about the part of him that was the stuff of gossipy legend.
Maybe not so much a legend as true, I thought with as sudden terribly naughty and thrilling thought as I felt his hardness pulsing like a muscle against my body.
I could feel him growl, just barely, into my ear as he spun me again, his cock getting harder and harder, and bigger and — dear lord — bigger against me. My head spun, my whole body was on fire for him, wanting him to touch me, to take me, and knowing how wrong and how dangerous, and how un-princessly this was only fueled the fire.
“Come with me,” he suddenly growled, as if reading my thoughts.
“Where?”
“Away from these fucking people,” he said darkly, his hand tightening on mine as he turned and suddenly pulled me access the dance floor towards the doorway without even waiting for me to say yes or no to his demand.
We exited the ballroom into a darkened hallway, only one dim chandelier glowing and casting long shadows, and only one guard standing post by the double French doors out to one of the many ivy-covered terraces of the castle.
“Leave us,” Logan snarled.
The man almost came apart, but I do have to give my father’s guards credit, he did stand his ground, if barely.
“Sir—”
“NOW,” Logan bellowed, his hand tightening on mine.
The man stumbled, his eyes darting to me.
“Princess—”
“You may leave us, Captain,” I said with a small, shy smile, knowing it meant I’d be all alone with Prince Logan and his darkness.
The guard nodded, turned, and scurried down the hallway and around a corner.
“This way, Princess,” Logan husked, pulling me out the doors into the warm night air. The doors were barely shut when he spun me around, making me gasp loudly.
He pulled me into him, my feet actually leaving the ground as he growled fiercely and push me back until my back was pressed against the ivy covered wall of the closed in terrace with him right against me. His breath was hot on my neck, the growl in his throat rumbling through me. His hands held me so tight like I couldn’t get away, even if I wanted to.
And I didn’t
Just the same, I trembled under the ferocity of him, the adrenaline spiking through me as he loomed over.
“Prince Log—”
“I can’t restrain myself around you, Princess,” he rasped into my ear, making me shiver and moan as he pressed himself against me. I could feel that thickness pulsing hard against my soft belly, the heat of him radiating through me.
“You’ve heard the rumors.”
“What— what rumors,” I whispered.
He pulled back, one big hand cupping my jaw, gazing into my eyes.
“You’ve heard them, I know.”
I faltered before swallowing and holding his gaze. “Yes, I have,” I said softly.
“And what do they say?”
“I’d rather not—”
“Tell me what they—”
“That you’re a beast!”
I gasped, covering my mouth the second I said it.
But Logan only half-smiled.
“And what do you think, Princess Isla?”
“What should I think, Prince Logan?”
He growled. “I’ll ask you again. Are you scared of me?”
I trembled, taking a small breath as my body pulsed against his.
“Only a little.”
“Good, I like your honesty, beautiful,” he said gruffly. “You shouldn’t be scared though. Even with what they say.”
I bit my lip. “I know it’s all rumor—”
“It’s not.”
His eyes burned into me fiercely.
“There’s a curse on me, that’s no rumor.”
I stared at him, my mouth slightly open, my eyes wide. “A real curse?”
“Yes. One that’s darkened my days and turned me into the shadow of a man who stands before you today. But the second I saw you, Princess…”
His voice was strained.
“The second I saw you, I knew you might be the key to breaking that curse.”
His hands tightened on me, my pulse beating like a drum in my ears as I felt myself falling into him.
“My curse will only break with one woman, Princess,” he growled, his eyes burning right into mine. “And I’ve spent four damn years convincing myself she didn’t exist, until I stepped into this castle tonight and saw you.”
“Me?” I squeaked out, hating how stupid it sounded as it left my lips. But Logan didn’t seem to even notice, only pulling me tighter against him, and bringing his lips even closer to mine until I could feel my head swim with the nearness of him.
“There’s just something about you that shatters me. There’s something about you that breaks the chains I use to hold back the beast inside.”
He growled the words, his body tensing and his voice rough.
“I can’t control myself around you, Isla,” he whispered. “And that’s how I know you’re that one woman.”