“Did it occur to you, princess, to ask your father who those vampswere?”
“No, it didn’t occur to me, because I don’t freaking care.I don’t care if two vamps are dead.You know why I’m here.I am bound by my bloodline to obey my king.It sucks, but it is what it is.So the sooner I can find out why you killed those two, and the sooner I report back to Daddy, the sooner this will all be over.”
“What will all be over?”he demands, his eyes darkening.
“This.”I gesture around the room, to him, to me.“All of this.”
“Princess, youwantthis to be over?”
I open my mouth to respond, but before I can, his lips are on mine, hard and punishing.And I don’t give a flying fuck about my father, two dead vamps, or Rogan’s alliance with some demon.
All I care about is this damned kiss.
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God, the kiss.
Rogan’s kisses.
Rogan’s passionate and heady kisses.
He breaks the kiss harshly, so hard that my lips feel like they’ve been stung by a hornet, but in another moment I’m flat on the bed, on my back, and I’m not sure where my clothes went.
I’m naked, splayed open for his attention, and then his clothes… They’re gone as well.
He pushes my thighs forward, mounts me, enters me.
It’s a hard-fought, desperate fuck, and I need it more than I knew.
“Damn it, princess,” he grits out.“Why do you do this to me?Why do you make me so fucking irrational?”
I don’t reply.What is there to say?He makes me as irrational as I make him.He continues to pound me, pound me, pound me… Then he lifts my thighs so my knees are hanging over his arms, giving him better access.
He’s so far inside me now, I feel like he’s touching my heart, my soul.
But he doesn’t stay there long.He moves out and then back in—thrust, thrust, thrust…
Faster, faster, faster.Faster than he’s ever fucked me before.
Other than that hard kiss, there was no foreplay.My nipples are hard, straining for attention, but he has no interest.He seems to be done with my lips as well.Instead, he hovers over me, still fucking me hard, sweat beading on his forehead and dripping down onto mine.
“Fuck, princess.”
In a flash, he folds my right thigh over my left so I’m on my side, and he continues to fuck me, hovering over me, pumping into me.
He grabs one tit, squeezes it, and he slides his other hand over my asshole.
“I bet it’s tight as heaven in there, princess,” he says.
I can’t think.No one’s ever taken me there, but if Rogan wants to do it right now, I’m going to let him.
He seems content to keep fucking me though, and I’m not sure he’s ever lasted this long.His balls slap against me as he continues to pound me hard, pound me fast.
I’ll be raw when this is over.Raw and sated and euphoric.
“This,” he says through clenched teeth.“This, Hannah.Is this what you want to be over?This?”
No.I don’t want this to be over.Does he expect me to answer?My breath is coming in rapid puffs.Talking isn’t possible.