The moment the music stops, Jared drags me into his arms.
He rests his forehead against mine, his breathing erratic. “That was breathtaking. You dance like a fucking angel, and I can watch you forever. I’m going to fuck you now. But I have a confession. I’m not going to last, angel. You’re too damn gorgeous. So this first time, I need to know what you like. What makes you scream? Hard and fast or slow and deep?” he groans against my lips.
Nerves whistle through my excitement and for a moment I’m glad he’s not looking into my eyes. Because I would die from this overwhelming need for him.
“I…don’t know. I’ve never done this before. I’m a virgin,” I confess shakily.
He rears back like he’s been electrocuted.
He looks poleaxed for a handful of seconds, then his eyes snap shut for another few. When he opens them there’s resignation mingled with a wild, primal expression that sends excitement and trepidation cascading through me.
His gaze rakes me slowly from head to toe, as if memorizing every inch of me. Stamping his possession on every atom.
The hand he raises to brush down my cheek trembles, and when he sighs, the movement shudders through his whole body. “You’re a virgin? Ah my sweet princess, you really shouldn’t have told me that. The last shred of honor or reservation I had about not taking that tight little cunt is gone now, isn’t it?”
He jerks forward and snatches me up in his arms, his hold on me tight to the point of pain.
He fists my hair to hold me still and drags his lips up and down my neck, licking me like I’m his favorite dessert. “Now I have no choice, angel. I’m already losing my mind at the idea of another man touching you. It’ll kill me to set that virgin pussy free now and let some asshole take it.”
His raw words and the power of my own need terrify me enough make me push at his shoulders. “Jared…stop.”
He doesn’t release me. Not immediately.
The air shudders in and out of him as he gathers his tattered control. Even then, his teeth nip my shoulder before he eases the stranglehold of his arms.
The eyes that watch me as I scramble back are hooded. Dangerous. Rabidly tracking my every move as I place a little more distance between us.
I feel wetness on my skin and look down at the wet patch on my thigh.
He follows my gaze, watches me swipe my fingers through the pre-cum that’s transferred from his cock to my skin.
A feral growl erupts from his throat as I raise my hand to examine my fingers. A strong urge to taste it, tastehim, powers through me.
I flick a glance at him and see he’s held his breath, the ferocious look in his eyes willing me to do it.
I drop my hand and wipe it on my skirt instead.
Then my own breath catches at the pained, vulnerable look shifting across his face.
Yeah, Jared Prince isn’t all monster.
He’s human too somewhere deep down.
That knowledge is what holds me in place when his expression is wiped clean, and he reasserts control.