He dipped his head, his lips almost touching mine, and I wanted so badly to kiss him — more than I’d ever wanted to kiss anyone in my whole life, but part of me was still scared of what might happen because of it. After all, this man was cursed — as in a actually cursed. And there was that darkness that shrouded him, the menacing black cloud that followed him everywhere.
There were the rumors of his anger — his unbridled temper and his ferocity. And yet, there on that terrace, held so delicately in his arms, I couldn’t imagine him hurting me.
…I could imagine him doing all sort of other things to me though.
“I’m going to ask you one last time, Princess,” my beast of a prince husked into my lips, his hand cupping my jaw.
“Are you scared of me?”
I swallowed thickly, feeling the heat pulsing through my body, feeling his nearness, and the thickness of his body pressing into me, and feeling the intensity of those eyes as they burned into me.
“Only a little,” I answered truthfully.
“Too scared for me to kiss you?”
“I—”
He didn’t wait for an answer, he just pulled my mouth to his, crushed his lips to mine, and claimed the kiss as his own.
Chapter 6
Logan
I kissed her fiercely, feeling everything else shatter and fall away. I could feel the beast breaking free of its cage inside of me — the animal tearing its way out.
I scooped her tiny body up in my arms, her feet actually off the ground as I clasped her to me and kissed that sweet mouth like I’d never kissed anyone before. I growled into her mouth, claiming her, yanking her hard against me. I wanted to devour her. I wanted to feel and taste and consume every fucking inch of her. Her soft lips parted for me, the sweet taste of her tongue making my blood boil as I slipped mine into her mouth, my hands tightening on her body.
I pulled away, gasping, blood roaring like diesel in my veins.
I wanted more.
I wanted all of her.
I ditched my jacket, half tearing my shirt off as I pressed her into the ivy-covered wall behind her, her legs going to either side of my hips. She whimpered, trembling under my ferocity, and I had to remind myself not to hurt her. She was going to get the beast, but I couldn’t let it all out — not all at once at least.
My mouth bruised her lips before moving down to her neck, my hands clawing at the front of her dress.
“Wait, don’t—”
I paused, pulling away and frowning.
“I mean don’t rip it is all,” she whispered, her eyes wide.
I growled, reaching instead up to the soft material hanging off her shoulders and yanking it further down her creamy skin. Her dress loosened as my mouth traveled lower, sucking and biting at her skin, leaving marks.
Marking her as mine.
I growled as I buried my face between the valley of her breasts, biting and sucking at her tender flesh, feeling her gasp and moan beneath me. I could feel her heat, right there between her legs, even through the bunched up dress, searing against me. My cock lurched at the thought of burying itself deep inside of her — of feeling her tight little royal pussy cream for me.
Fuck, I hadn’t felt this in years.
I hadn’t wanted to even touch another woman for four fucking years. And all of that was coming back now, all at once.
For her.
My hand slid up her thighs, pushing the dress higher and higher, skimming over her stockings. I found the tops of them, growling at the garters holding them up. She whimpered as my hands moved higher, gasping louder and louder until my fingers found the molten hot, soaked cotton of her panties. I almost roared like the beast I was, feeling how wet and ready she was for me. I held her fast with one hand, clawing at my own belt and zipper.
I had to take her — right here, and right now.
I yanked my cock out of my fly, and her eyes went wide at the feel of me pulsing hot against her bare thighs.
“Wait, Prince—”
I silenced her with a kiss, swallowing her moan as I deftly pushed her soaked panties to the side and ran a finger up and down her slit. I pushed forward, feeling my cock tremble and my balls tighten as I moved to—
“I’m a virgin!”
Her words hit me like a bucket of cold water, stilling me. I froze, my eyes dragging to hers.
“What?”
Her face fell, her eyes dropping as her brow crumpled. “I’m— I’ve never—”
I was suddenly furious. And not at her, at myself. I was furious that I’d let the beast get too far — that I’d unchained it enough for him to almost hurt her like this.