I set her down quickly, whirling and tucking my cock away, the self-hate roaring through me like fire.
“Wait, Prince Logan—”
“Forgive me, Princess,” I choked out. “I’m— I’m broken- it’s—”
“It’s the curse, I know.”
I felt her small hand on my arm, and I turned slowly to see her standing before me.
Not running away.
Not screaming.
Not furious.
No, her face was full tenderness. And it almost broke me.
“I know it’s the curse,” she said again, softer.
“I can’t—” my voice caught. “I can’t control it around you,” I growled. “You make the animal inside just want to break free.”
“I’m sorry I said anything.”
“No,” I shook my head, pulling her close. “No, don’t be. You mean you’ve never—”
She shook her head. And fuck if my cock didn’t get even harder.
“I wanted you to,” she whispered quietly. “I did, really. I just—”
“I scared you.”
“Maybe a little,” she whispered.
“I’m so sorry,” I growled, hating myself.
“Don’t be, you didn’t— I mean…” She trailed off and looked away before glancing up at me. “Is it that hard to control?”
“Around you? Apparently.”
She smiled, her dark eyes twinkling, sparking something fierce inside of me.
“It’s a bit flattering.”
I grinned, my jaw tight. Her hands slid up my arms, making me freeze.
“I’ve never felt like this,” she said quietly.
“Princess—”
“I liked you touching me like that.”
“I shouldn’t have put my hands on you like—”
“I want you to put your hands on me like that,” she husked.
The beast growled inside and out.
“Careful,” I hissed, the thundering of my pulse coming back. “Staying around me right now might not be good for a princess like yourself.”
“Can I tell you a secret?”
I raised a brow.
“I’m pretty bad at being a princess anyways.”
“Be careful,” I growled.
“Of?”
“Me.”
“I’m bad at being careful, too.”
Her lip trembled. She was scared of me, but damn if she wasn’t trying to hide it. And damn if that didn’t ignite something in me.
That fierceness.
That sass, and that fire.
I liked it and I wanted it.
I yanked her against me again, loving the way she gasped.
“I won’t take you that way, Princess,” I growled. “Not yet. But that doesn’t mean I’m letting you leave this terrace without tasting you.”
Her eyes went wide, her cheeks flushed. And before she could say anything else, I spun her around, pressing her against the stone balcony that looked out over the gardens. Her hands went to the top of the carved stone barrier as I bent her over, my hand running up and down her sides, loving how she trembled.
My hands found the edge of her chiffon dress, and I yanked it up her thighs, making her gasp. My eyes traveled up to her garters, up higher as I pushed the dress over her ass.
My eyes landed on the little, dark, wet spot there in the middle of her panties.
I roared inside and stroked my cock through my tux pants.
I could fucking smell her — her sweet scent, her desire, her need for this. My mouth watered as I pushed that dress the rest of the way up and grabbed her ass. She whimpered as I pulled her back, arching her back as my lips found the backs of her thighs.
“Oh, Prince,” she cooed.
I growled as I let my teeth graze her skin. I pushed her legs apart, eyes locked on that little spot growing damp on her panties. I leaned in, inhaling her scent, my head spinning. She moaned, loudly, and that was it.
I moved my mouth forward, and covered that wet spot with my lips.
Isla moaned, arching her back as my mouth pressed against her sweet little virgin pussy through her panties, I groaned as I pushed my tongue against her through the cotton, tasting more of her sweetness, sucking on her panties and feeling my cock about to tear a fucking hole in my tux.
I needed more.
I reached up, and she gasped as I grabbed hold of her panties, and ripped them right off of her body. I growled at the bare, slick, pink pussy bent over for me. My jaw clenched, my hands tightened on her ass, pulling her back towards me.
The beast inside roared, and I dove in.
She cried out as my tongue dragged over her slit, pushing deep as I growled and tried to drink every drop of her. Her cute little ass fit into both of my large palms, and I held it fast, pulling her into me and spreading her wide as I tongued her tight little pussy for all it was worth.
I dragged my tongue higher, loving the way she squealed and almost tried to pull away from me when I pushed my tongue against that tight, puckered little asshole of hers.
“Oh, God—” She arched her back, almost pulling away. But I held her fast, pushing my tongue wetly against her ass and teasing her clit with my thumb as she trembled for me.